Soft gentle winds, the waters purl,
whispering secrets of the realm:
As conscious minds expand and swirl
Rejoice our hearts, with love they whelm.

There is no death, ye holy spheres,
Like ripples on the ebbing sands;
Eternity oft trickles, veers
Off rigid shores, O broken lands!

Free regal souls, the breaking dawn,
On Angels’ wings the veil uplifts—
Where light abounds, the darkness gone,
And gone all doubts, their lacking shifts.

To hold, let go, there is one chance,
Below the clouds, free will shall roam.
For every choice is made but once:
Reject all fears, embrace the storm!