"Grasping the hour of presence,  I flow  in the sequel of the moment.  Graceful I make the turns,  One after the other in silence.  Seasons pass and I grow out of beliefs,  Old and now unfettered illusions, bifurcated.  Illuminated in the anxious motions, Unsorted exposure in the vulnerabilities.  I hold myself stronger and tied, To but my desires, untamed and undying.  Accompanied by the waves of fortune,  Humming in the resonance aligned.  I inhale the sparks of peace,  Exhaling in the palliative solitude. "