I wish to be the flying speck of the dandelion whole
That curves the fabric of the divine wind.
I wish to be the ripples
That shatters the smooth orifice of the calm lake.
I wish to be the reflection of the diving fishing bird
That penetrates and vanishes into the deep blue ocean.
I wish to be the dancing shadows of the trees;
The dark side of the Sun.
When the orange sphere hides behind the hills,
I wish to be the lingering silence that follows the night.
And when it appears again- high and bright,
I wish to be its warm radiance that nourishes the day.
I don't mind being the dusty swirl of wind
Or the dying steam of water.
Neither do I mind being the wilting flower
Nor the ceasing trace of fire in the coal.
For, it is my ample wish to be all, or be none,
To be eternal or be gone.