You hear the wind now,
As it softly cracks the leaves,
It knows not road nor path
Yet it wanders through them all
Knows not of master,
Yet it preaches to no one
It sets no certain goal
It becomes one with the nothing and the all
Seek to grasp, you'll lose a kingdom
Learn how to observe the flow, you'll win a thousand more
And so it keeps its journey,
Unattached to that what's fake
Leaving behind the remnants
Of a weaker former self
"No false hopes will bring serenity"
Seek to grasp, you'll lose a kingdom
Learn how to observe the flow, you'll win a thousand more
"Behold the edge,
A shapeless self, choices around you.
Hiding the answers,
The greed of my doubts"
