As a free person I can always come and go,

Not caught in ideas of us and is not.

Not caught in ideas of being and non-being

Let your steps be leisurely.

Waxing and Waning the moon is always the moon

The wind is still flying. Can you feel it my dear?

Bringing the rain from afar to nourish the nearby cloud

Drops of sunshine fall from on high to earth below

And the lap of earth touches the clear vault of the sky.

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