Knowledge is like clouds
time collects it and drives it
past if we don't save it

piled up generation after generation
into a yarrow, a giant
that you can climb
to views
that reach further and further

Once in a while there is a storm wind
a fury that makes the wheel spin
and blows the clouds apart

because wind does not want to learn
it lashes out its freedom
on its way to an emptiness

Knowledge is everywhere
it is in the air
it burns what is parced
it feeds what wants to grow
it is life-giving water, oceans full

worlds rise from it
worlds flow
from the mountains back into it