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
Will ebb and flow, the veil uplift:
Where light abounds—the darkness gone
And gone all doubt, their lack shall shift.

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!