Windroses
On the border between the known and the mystery, I stand.
My quietness is stretched by the Six Directions and awakened by the Elements, making me the node where movement turns into stillness.
Flights
I just graze the earth. Like a swallow skimming the water, I am already gone.
I am a vector, a gesture in space: the lingering trace of a movement in the air.
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