Open Hand 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 its 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 a sad countenance the heart is made stronger in time

so i embrace this burden and weep for the fools that chase the wind