The earth is the sky,
And like the fair blue
Expanse of the air,
So is the sea's hue.
As I swam in the deep,
Through the cool air I flew.
And the stars 'gainst the black,
Are flowers' petals and dew.

When I walk on the earth
And gaze up at the sky bare,
All I can think:
"Is up indeed, there?"
Perhaps all that I thought
Was as front as the rear.
Perhaps the sky is the earth,
And up there is down here!

But I look at the sky
As a deep rooted tree.
From down here,
Perhaps all is not easy to see.
Perspective is fleeting,
And thought is not free.
As I walk on the earth,
So the sky walks on me!