Window
Luo Men

Pushing hard my hands flow like a current
Forever myriad hills and rivers
Forever eyes that cannot turn back

My gaze afar
Turns you into a bird with a thousand wings
Forsaking the sky no longer on your wings
My listening
Turns you into a flute with a thousand stops
Its sound reaching as far as eyes gazing into the past

Pushing hard I get trapped and locked up
In transparency