A pure and clear wind,
blows as if to wash away
the sorrows of this world.
Sweeping up the heart’s wounds and weight,
it blows toward the beyond.
The heart is one with the whole,
one with  beyond.
Gently, the wind blows through life.
The wind blows toward the beyond,
toward the beyond.
Always,
the wind lifts us up.
Today again,
one with the wind,
I live on.

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