You see,
everyone in this world
is born with a bucket
to be carried around
in their hands.

Each day
is a journey
to carry the bucket
further across the wood,
closer to a river
that nobody has ever seen.

For some people,
the journey
is to fill up the bucket
Little or more
the bucket
gets heavier.

And each night
is a chance
to empty the bucket
For a little, or more
the bucket
gets lighter.

But some people
don't want to empty their buckets.
But some people
cannot empty their buckets.
They hold onto it
firmly and tightly
with faith and thought
or maybe not.

When they trip over the rugged
and robust roots of the trees
gravity says, "after you."
And they would't fall
just surprised.

The trees whisper to each other
"but those buckets
aren't oceans after all.
There must come a time
where not a single drop can go in
without other drops
coming out."

The trees look at each other,
then try to grow up taller
to see how far they are
from that unseen river.
But no matter how hard they try
they can only grow up so fast.
By the time they have begun,
those people
are long long gone.

So days pass
and nights come alone.
Leaves green
and then they fall down.
Do they not see
that buckets are meant to be emptied
One that never does so
is of no use after all.

Or maybe it does
and then can store our garbage
until the dawn of time comes
to be the one to empty it.
But people are those
carrying them around
That would be of no good
for anyone in this wood.

Do they not see
that buckets are meant to be emptied
One that never does so
is of no use after all.
But apparently
there are always someone
who just wouldn't know
or are just afraid to know.

Thus, they would march on
toward the river far beyond.
But no one has promised a return
so why are they trying so hard?

Why is anyone trying so hard
Or is it that some ones are actually not?
Look! They are climbing the trees
with their buckets filled with fruits.

They climb from branches to branches
looking for a place to rest
When they find one
they sit on it
looking around.

Looking at the trails
of all the others on the ground.
Looking at the trails
of all the stars up far beyond.
Above the canopy of the forest
above the highest clouds.
Above the moonlight
above the sun.
Above all that lies beneath
they sit quietly on top.

there's a river!"
"Now I can see it
as well!"
"Is that the one
we were dreaming of?"
"It doesn't matter
it's so beautiful"

The river flows and flows
but never comes down.
"If that's the only river
then the others are having some bad luck"
"Don't think like that
at least they are happy
They're happy with their buckets
to go to sleep at dusk."

"At least they have their buckets.
But what else do they have?
Shouldn’t we show them
the view here on top?"
"Nah, it's fine
they are good the way they are.
Even if they are't happy
at least they have their buckets

Trying to lead them up
would only spill their buckets
Then they won't be happy
and would go back to fill them up
we wouldn't want that
it would not work."

"Fine, you've got a point.
I'll just stay here
to look at the night sky"

", , ,"

Everyone in this world
is born with a bucket
to be emptied
in the end.

"It's so beautiful
the river and the sky"
"But also the earth
stretching in front of our eyes."
"Is it the earth supporting the sky
or the sky covering the earth?"
"No matter which way or around
let's wish the best
for all those who're still with
their buckets
on the ground."

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