Don’t be absorbed with the waterwheel’s motion.
Turn your head and gaze at the river.
You say, “But I’m looking there already.”
There are several signs in eyes that see all the way to the ocean.
Bewilderment is one.
Those who study foam and flotsam near the edge have purposes, and they’ll explain them at length!
Those who look out to sea become the sea, and they can’t speak about that.
On the beach there’s desire-singing and rage-ranting,
the elaborate language-dance of personality,
but in the waves and underneath there’s no volition, no hypocrisy,
just love forming and unfolding.