blue is the color of the sea.

watch the fish swimming free.

the monk wanders the windy road,

never to carry a heavy load.

looking into the future blind,

never thinking with the mind,

he waits

to learn from his soul

worn under his feet.

rain cleans his body,

the sun dries his skin,

the wind directs his passage,

around the planetís spin.

between night and day

is his only way.

white and black make gray.

listen to the birds.

never speak with words.

follow the river through the trees

to the place where daylight flees.

the sun meets the sea.