Answer:
What gets beaten, and whipped, but never cries?
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes. I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
What get wet while drying
It comes only before, it comes only after. Rises only in darkness, but rises only in light. It is always the same, but is yet always different.
I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still I run and run.