I wonder if the days gone by still harbor secrets,
or if the answers I seek hide in tomorrow.
The wisdom of the Wind carries me.
Cherish the lights which guard against the darkness;
listen with your soul, yet speak with your heart.
That is the Wind's guidance.
Should I cling boldly to myself, like the Wind says,
or descend cowardly in the cruel shadow of my realm?
Fellowship with my thoughts brings only anguish.
My eager eyes search straight ahead,
but my heart lingers behind, afraid to follow.
What pain it knows, what yearning.
The stars above glory in their number,
the sun forever chases the moon;
their lights do inspire.
Doubts abound below, but Death has no use for regrets;
though the fleeting moment fears them all.
Can the will or the want overcome?
A delicate flower springs up before me, with petals so fair;
a subtle touch brings feeling to the numb.
I adore this flower from a distance, praying it flourishes.
My devotion brings me to a garden, what lovely splendor I do behold.
Enchanted by the many blooms I happily lose myself;
humbled to find the one I had forgotten.
My eager eyes search no more, my heart no longer trails;
a vessel is filled and ready to pour.
In this garden I wish to stay.