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"