The Wind’s Premonition

The Wind’s Premonition

One day, I awoke to a mysterious feeling.
Because of that dream.

The bird, a creature flying in the sky so free.
The fish, a creature forever swimming in circles.
The lion, roaming the plains.
The rabbit, hops around the mountains under the night’s full moon.

In the sea, are waves.
In the sky, are clouds.
In the day, the sunlight; the night has the moon.

When I lose something obvious
I can no longer see anything.
Because, the birds flying in the sky, are happy.
The fish, I cherish them when I see them swimming.
When the sun shines, I believe.
Because, they are all truths.

When I meet that truth, poetry appears.
I am only honest in these truths.
It’s just like a dream.
Only chasing a truth that cannot be seen with my eyes.
A world no one can enter.
A world no one can touch.
Is myself.

Why can’t I say I’m sad when I’m sad?
Why do I hide my pain when I feel pain?
When I’m lonely, if I laugh at my loneliness,
I feel at ease.

I don’t tell lies to myself.
I stand up when I want to see.
I travel when I want to go somewhere.
Because, it represents myself.
I write beautifully because it’s beautiful.
Because, that is my true self.

I have never lost,
the obvious things in front of me,
but experienced deep joy,
with the number one truth.