I am an empty vessel,
My tide has run its course.
The river once within me
Has vanished at its source.
I’ve never touched the sunrise,
Nor felt its warming flame.
The sky keeps turning over,
Yet I remain the same.
The wind is at the threshold,
It whispers at the door.
It carries voices softly
Of those who came before.
I do not walk with terror,
I carry only peace.
The earth will fold around me soon,
And grant my soul release.