Open Hands To The Wind

Nothing can be obtained by grasping at the wind

There is no escape from the dualism of life, vanity of vanities.

I am embittered towards humanity for it's failures

Yet i possess all of these same shortcomings

There is grief in wisdom, there is sorrow in truth

Yet, the heart of the wise is in the house of mourning

And by sad countenance the heart is made stonger in time

So, i embrace this burden and weep for the fools that chase

The wind