i do not wish to change this world
neither do i wish to change myself
when i come here and when i leave
it will all be the same, i am not
involved, i come as a stranger looking
at things and people and not even talking
about them, & i leave them as they all are
i do not take any flesh or bone, for i come
as the wind, and i leave as the same wind,
i do not change a room, it will be the same
tree, if something is lost, or rotten, or
by the grace of the heavens, grows and
become one beautiful mountain, sea or
sky, i only watch them all, as i pass by...
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