Fire is there in wood,
I know.
I know water is there
In water pot.
I know the sky
It is also
Within in the pot.
I understand the words,
I understand the breeze.
I know all are beautiful
And glorious.
I see the sun
And the moon.
I know I can't do
Anything here,
But I can watch
The clouds, I can't say
Where they are going, though.
And I can't make you
Understand the meaning of
Darkness, and I
Cannot make strides in
Anyone's understanding.
I am ready to hear
Good for nothing.
I have nothing to do
With fire or
With wood,
With water
Or with the truth.
And I am incapable
To go beyond the secret
That is before you.
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