Answer:
A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
A king wears one on his head.
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
Gumby and yoga instructors have this in common.
The more you take away, the bigger it gets.
It is something you will never see again.