IN THE WORLD (Number 10 of 10)
Barefooted and naked of breast, I mingle with the people of the world.
My clothes are ragged and dust-laden, and I am ever blissful.
I use no magic to extend my life;
Now, before me, the dead trees become alive.
With bare chest and feet, you come to the market,
Under dirt and ash, your face breaks into a laugh.
With no display of magic powers,
You make withered trees burst into flower.