Who is the controller?
And who controls what?
The clouds are there
As usual in the sky
Wandering here there.
No source, no energy,
No opinion, no personal
Agenda for anything.
Who is superior and
Who is inferior?
What is the feature?
And what is the true picture?
No doubt, everything is here,
But the very existence
Is in question since
The beginning.
But I know not
Where is the beginning?
As usual, it is all
Going on, the managerial
Power or position is negligible.
But what I am
That is not changeable.
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