Can you see?
Human, can you see?
You are the most special being in all existence,
Yet you act like you're nothing at all,
And you walk around like nothing else matters.

Can't you see?
Human, can't you see?
All the laws you're fighting against,
Are the keys to all the doors you seek to unlock.

Come,
I'll show you,
The maps to the cosmos,
That belongs inside of you.

Can you see?
Human, can you see?
How the birds fly to the south,
Against the wind,
Against all odds,
Obeying the laws,
Tirelessly keeping their spirit alive.

Then why do you complain about how hard life is,
Why do you complain about how unfortunate you are,
Why do you take the struggle as punishment?

Can't you see?
Human, can't you see?
The trees and plants,
Who witness the quartet of seasons,
Accepting whatever tune comes on their way,
Spinning tirelessly,
Spinning through life and death,
Spinning like the universe.

Then how can you use your brain and mouth to complain?
Why would you allow your assets to commit to such waste?
Speak not!
Unless you seek to add value to the ocean around your soul.

Can you see?
Human, can you see?
The mountain whose hem stretches into land and sea,
Offering you strange and exciting lands,
Offering you knowledge and experience,
It remains nailed to its purpose.

Then how can you go astray from yours?
How can you allow the wind and sea to throw you about like a pebble,
When you are a mountain.
Allow the wind and sea to carry grains of you,
But don't forget where you came from.
Don't forget your identity,
So even your grains don't.
No matter where they are carried,
No matter how far they are carried.

Can't you see,
Human, can't you see?
The fish in the sea,
the fish in the rivers,
who swim against the unforgiving currents,
never giving in to fatigue,
always focusing on their destination.
They refuse to complain,
because complain doesn't exist.

O human,
remember,
it is only in the strongest and hardest currents,
where the strongest and hardest muscles are developed.
Don't forget your essence,
don't forget your spirit,
because that is the mountain within you.

Stumbling and tumbling,
Shifting and drifting,
Losing and Looting,
I came to stand on the edge of existence,
looking down into the dark abyss,
staring up at celestial maps.
There I finally found the road that I searched for,
the knowledge I longed for.

So I traveled on the road of love,
sailing from shore to shore,
in the vastness of the cosmic ocean,
in search of the peaceful potion,
it taught me lessons,
it revealed  truths,
it humbled the beast,
carving a being that I can't explain,
a being that I love,
a being that loves.

Now I am in the long mesmerizing road home,
and the true journey has just began,
how long it will take? I know not
how hard will it be? I care not
All I know is that the presence of the present,
is the eternal gift,
the future uncertain,
and the past already written.

My father once said
"My son, the world is a cruel place."

I could not disagree more
so I set out to prove him wrong
so convinced was I
Till I realized,

He was right,
I was wrong.

He was older,
I was younger.

He was wise,
I was foolish.

He was the father,
I was the son.

You all are leaving,
and its putting me in a state of grieving,
I guess I'm scared of this strange change,
paired with knowing life is never going to be the same,
it's kind of a shame,
however I want us all to do good in this life,
and than can only happen,
with our feet pressing on,
and our faith maintaining to be strong,
so that we can meet on the plains of tomorrow,
where we can smile and greet,
and accept that life is bittersweet.

When I was young,
I thought I could control all the problems,
with the love of my heart,
through the sweet words spoken from my tongue,
but I grew up,
after my efforts,
were beaten and broken,
after they were worn and torn,
and here I am sitting,
older than I was before,
younger than I will be after,
trying to absorb and accept,
that things are beyond my control.