If I should take flight
Without wings,
Reaching higher and further
Across the unmapped miles
Unrolling and unrolling through distant horizons,

Free from the confines of edges and directions,
All pure air and movement,

As the boats sail off across their wide oceans
And the balloons let go of themselves,
Disappearing

Where will I set myself down again,
Or shall I continue on
Rising, effortless,
With the thousands of leaves lost
Among the grassblades bent in the course of it,
The leaves rustling there, the flowers bending,
Movement within movement,

Caught up in the breath of life,
The whirlwind and the tempest of it,
And the softness, the silence,
The sound of wind on wind,
Formless,

Effortless