The Mountain - Eternal Storm

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’s fake

Leaving behind the remnants

Of a weaker former self

«No false hopes will bring serenity»

Seek to grasp, you’ll lose a kingdom

Larn how to observe the flow, you’ll win a thousand mor

«Behold the edge

A shapeless self, choices around you

Hiding the answers

The greed of my doubts»