Reflections and Shadows

The Garden

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.