On the air they rise
And fly an invisible course,
Gathering nothing,
storing nothing.
Their food is knowledge.
They live upon emptiness.
They have seen how to break free.
Who can follow them?
Only the master,
Such is his purity.
On the air they rise
And fly an invisible course,
Gathering nothing,
storing nothing.
Their food is knowledge.
They live upon emptiness.
They have seen how to break free.
Who can follow them?
Only the master,
Such is his purity.