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.
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Cherish the lights which guard against the darkness;
listen with your soul, yet speak with your heart.
That is the Wind's guidance.
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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.
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My eager eyes search straight ahead,
but my heart lingers behind, afraid to follow.
What pain it knows, what yearning.
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The stars above glory in their number,
the sun forever chases the moon;
their lights do inspire.
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Doubts abound below, but Death has no use for regrets;
though the fleeting moment fears them all.
Can the will or the want overcome?
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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.
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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.
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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.