Clouds concealed,
Now settled down,
The soft glow of dawn dies.
Life renewed,
New sprouts breaking
Free of withered flowers.
Beginning from childhood,
(I’ll throw a bit of my youth;
I remember well)
I saw curiosities, didn’t I?
I hid their worth within,
Until I became a young man.
Like an eagle snatching a fox,
Gold wing unfolding,
A powerful fire unraveling.
Seems like youth comes
With sparse lucid thoughts,
Without refuge.
Driven from the garden, I searched,
“I’ll go quick,” I said,
Limits of body and soul diminishing.
Looking near and far,
I defended the flame,
Unfound in exile.
Hope might drag you distant,
Reaching for ambition,
I could tire in searching.
When I’m understood,
And your mind is freed,
Will a blissful summer come?
When the light burns,
Brilliant glow,
Will the light spread?
When a seeker finds me,
With an earnest face,
Will I see a friend in the garden?