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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 is 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"