Simple

My song—

You will never hear it, not even when you come.

Tonight, my call

Will drift away in the wind of the path,

Yet still, songs rise in my heart.

The language of calling,

I have not forgotten—

Still, love awakens within me.

To the ears of the earth,

To the ears of the stars,

I sing my song;

Though I know you will never hear it—

Tonight, my call

Will drift away in the wind of the path—

Yet still, songs rise in my heart.

You are water, you are waves—the force of your body like ocean waves,

Your simple mind flows with the emotions of the sea.

Which wave touched its breast?

In what darkness?

It does not know. Which wave searches for it endlessly in the dark?

It does not know. The waters of the night’s ocean,

The waves of the night’s sea—

You are one. Who loves you? Does anyone hold you close to their chest?

Driven by the surge of water, you drift away—

Behind you, the tide calls out endlessly.

You belong only to one day, one night;

The crowds of men and women

Call you far away—so very far—

To the shores of some distant sea, forests, fields, or across skies

Where meteors float like mirages—

Or beneath skies where

A crescent moon rises crookedly like a sickle,

Wakes up, sinks again—for the longing of your soul

They exist.

Where tree branches sway,

On cold nights—like white bones of a skeleton’s hand—

Where primal nights breathe their scent,

Singing songs in the dark—

There you are.

In the lonely song of an empty heart,

Like midnight winds,

You came one day,

Giving all that a single night could give.

The Eternal Call

O wandering spirit, carried by tides unseen,

What shores do you seek in this vast expanse of time?

Your essence flows like rivers merging into oceans,

Unbound, untamed, eternal.

The world may forget your name,

The stars may overlook your presence,

Yet your voice lingers in the silence between heartbeats,

A whisper carried by the winds of eternity.

Tell me, traveler, do you feel the pull of the depths?

Do you hear the ancient call of the abyss,

Where shadows dance and dreams take flight?

Or are you content to drift, unmoored,

Letting each wave carry you farther from shore?

Look now at the horizon, where sky meets sea—

A thin line separating existence from infinity.

Here, in this liminal space, miracles unfold:

Sunrise paints the world anew,

Sunset bids farewell with golden tears.

Each moment births infinity, each breath holds eternity.

Do you recall the scent of freshly cut grass,

The laughter of children echoing through village lanes?

These fragments of beauty are threads woven into the tapestry of being.

They remind us that life is both fragile and resilient,

A dance of light and shadow, joy and sorrow.

And yet, amidst the ephemeral, there is permanence—

Not in objects, but in essence.

The song of the cuckoo lingers in spring air,

The taste of rain remains on parched lips,

The warmth of a mother’s embrace lives forever in the heart.

Such moments transcend time, becoming eternal.

But tell me, wanderer, what will you carry with you

When the final curtain falls?

Will it be regret for roads untaken,

Or gratitude for journeys completed?

Will you mourn the loss of youth,

Or celebrate the wisdom gained with age?

Death is not an end, but a threshold—

A doorway leading to realms unknown.

Just as rivers merge with oceans,

So too does the soul dissolve into infinity.

What fears can bind us when we realize

That we are already part of something greater than ourselves?

Imagine, then, crossing that threshold—

Leaving behind the familiar, stepping into mystery.

Will you meet ancestors waiting to guide you,

Or find yourself alone in boundless light?

Perhaps neither, perhaps both;

The truth eludes definition, defies comprehension.

Yet one thing is certain: love endures.

It flows through veins unseen, binds hearts unbroken.

Even in death, it remains—a beacon guiding us home.

For love is not confined to flesh and bone;

It transcends form, existing beyond the limits of mortality.

So let us live fully, love deeply, dream boldly,

Until the final hour arrives.

Let us cherish the ordinary, for it holds extraordinary grace.

Let us honor the earth, which sustains us,

And the sky, which inspires us.

Let us walk gently upon this sacred ground,

Leaving behind footprints of kindness, not destruction.

When the sun sets for the last time,

May we close our eyes with peace in our hearts.

May we leave behind a legacy of light,

So that others may follow in our footsteps,

Guided by the same eternal spark.

Thus, O wanderer, fear not the end—

For endings are merely beginnings in disguise.

Embrace the journey, savor the moments,

And trust that beyond the horizon,

A new dawn awaits, radiant and infinite.