Without an eye, without an ear,
without any sense to sense at all,
the tree knows...
morning it is; night that is;
summer has come; monsoon is late;
flower I must; fruit now yield.
What shall you find
with blind eyes and deaf ears
O' all knowing man?
Forever have I collected pebbles on the shores of the restless river. When it is dusk and there is a call from home, do I run to the village or to the water?