Cloudspace

Exploring echelons of truth
Like the cloudspace of mount Fuji
Is the branches of a soft fir
Underlying perfect snow
A river cannot travel perfectly straight
It must listen in to a place here or there
See, this is not a sad poem
O water, wonderful water!
The best way is rarely quickest
A river knows
Nothing is as moving as faith
And what is faith
But the certainty of love?