The water hollowed the stone,

the wind dispersed the water,
the stone stopped the wind.
The wind sculpted the stone,

the stone is a cup of water,

The water runs off and is wind.

The wind sings in its turnings,

the water murmurs as it goes,

the motionless stone is quiet.
One is the other and is neither:
among their empty names
they pass and disappear.



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