Flute magician unknown. Other world unknown. Time and space unknown. Lady soaking the sun unknown. Sun unknown. Lady carrying the woods unknown. Thought and breath unknown.
This realm of not knowing, this movement without ideas and concepts, this empty vessel devoid of definitions of potency, this pause, I have known before from the shade of the only flower tree in the desert of life.
One drop of water without intention, without resistance, without even surrender. This drop of water from her palm to mine. She, the container and protector of music of the forest.
The man, the man, the flute man, only a sound for me, sent by the unknown god, sweet sweet god, honey sound.