I run through the sky, day and night,
to find a way that makes me heavy like a cloud.
I see birds and flowers point me the way for the heaven,
but I need to try it for myself.
I'm looking for a stair or a gate inside me.
But the eyes are blind for this.
Just the heart sees.
Who do wants come with me?
They don't want to know.
They give up.
Nevertheless, the sun continues to shine for me
as long as I go on practice a few, day by day.
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