Flying Thoughts

ON a boundless stretch of wilderness, weeds sway in the breeze and riotous clouds float against the dark distant horizon. It seems that I am not myself. I feel as if I am the breeze sweeping the treetops, or the grasses being swayed. I feel I have mingled myself with the earth and the sky; my mind, like an eagle, soars up into the high heavens, roams through the universe and then disappears into the immense cosmos. I feel