Mysteriously creep
Over rough terrain–
Now lingering,
Now moving,
Sinking in crevasses,
Now hanging low.
Mystery–
Dark, vaporous beauty.
So what is your life?
Vapor passes,
Rising up
On the wings of the wind–
Very breath of God;
And then it parts
Revealing
Clear shining after rain,
As seen from above–
Brightest whiteness