I’m a keeper of flocks. The flock is my thoughts And my thoughts are all sensations. I think with my eyes and with my ears And with my hands and feet And with my nose and mouth. Thinking about a flower is seeing and smelling stand eating a piece of fruit is knowing its meaning. That’s why when on a hot day feel sad from liking it so much, And I throw myself lengthwise on the grassland shut my hot eyes, And feeling my whole body lying on reality, I know the truth, and I’m happy.

The Keeper of Sheep