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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