Beyond the seas there is a town
Where windows are open to manifestation
The rooftops are inhabited by pigeons
Gazing at the Jets of Human Intelligence
Every ten-year-old child holds a Bough of knowledge
The townsfolk gaze at a brick row
As if at a flame, or at a delicate dream
The earth can hear the music of your feelings
The fluttering wings of mythical birds are audible in the wind