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Awakening


Clear wind blows, pure feather flows.

I see the desire, but I don't respond.

My heart, filled with worry, which I can't proceed.

Even beast have its freedom, but why I cannot be?

What is my shackels for my life?

And where is my goals of pride?

 

Time, and space, they limited my body

But they cannot halted my spirit.

I wrote this. Therefore, I know myself.

Direct my vision, dear light, I can see what I haven't see.

Lighten enough to see the world, explore unexplored. 

 

Now, past is gone, I roar for the triumph.

Grasp what others cannot see.

Throw myself into pit of muddy water.

And I found the silent jewel.

Waiting for my search, since I was awakened.

 

 

 

 

 

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