Set this down, this foot upon land,
that I may be led to wander,
that I may be.

I have no more set my foot
In this land,
Than I have set my heart in the sky.

I would die.

But for the flowers,
oceans, the seas;
The love of nature.

The nature that is all beings.
The nature that is the self.

This I have seen.
This I am.

I have not wandered upon this land,
Though my heart has foundered upon
The edge of this world.
This continent.
This universe.

Longing for other universes, I
have wandered over sky and sea,
O’er plains,
fields,
Yet I have not wandered.
I have stumbled.

Only by chance do I stumble
here,

where a tree stands, and
the hills roll gently into
a distance.

Only by chance, do these things mean anything
to me.