Clouds are flowing in the river, waves are flying in the sky.

Life is laughing in a pebble. Does a pebble every die?

Flowers grow out of the garbage, such a miracle to see.

What seems dead and what seems dying makes for butterflies

to be.

Life is laughing in a pebble, flowers bathe in morning dew.

Dust is dancing in my footsteps and I wonder who is who.

Clouds are flowing in the river, clouds are drifting in my tea,

On a never-ending journey, what a miracle to be!

Eveline Beumkes