This shape without space, br This pattern without stuff, br This stream without dimension br Surrounds us, flows through us, br But leaves no mark. br br This message without meaning, br These tears without eyes br This laughter without lips br Speaks to us but does not br Disclose its clue. br br These waves without sea br Surge over us, smooth us. br These hands without fingers br Close-hold us, caress us. br These wings without birds br Strong-lift us, would carry us br If only the one thread broke.