Cosmic spirit poem

Thoughts pass through my mind like a flock of wild ducks flying across the sky. I hear the sound of their wings. Thoughts are like these ducks. It is the product of people's spiritual world. Unable to visualize. We regard this poem of Tagore as an idea, although it was born in Tagore's spiritual world. But when Tagore wrote it down and you read it again, it is impossible to fully understand it like its author. Like a flock of wild ducks flying across the sky. You know it's always here. You know they exist. But you can only hear their voices. Or I think it can be understood this way. The concept here refers to people's spiritual world, such as the sudden product of inspiration at a certain point in time. Although they exist. But it is fleeting. I tried to remember, but there was no trace. Nothing happened, leaving only a trace of enlightenment.