How, I may ask, to take whatever does not belong to me?
The clouds, the stream, the softness of the spring grass,
The excitement of a baby?
I don’t know, by memorizing, if that works,
So that I may rejoice
Take that smell, that touch, that tingling sound
So deeply into me,
I take the entire world with me,
When I lost it, lost it from this moment
The Fleeting Moments 