When my hands grow heavy, And the final sound falls silent, The road disappears into the storm, Washing away the traces of separation. Not every step I take is in search of an answer, And the wind knocks me off my feet. But if there is still a light glowing inside, My path is not so lonely. Let today bring only gray rain upon my shoulders, And a cold hum burning against my face. For morning to come when you least expect it, You have to endure the night, breaking through the circle. For emptiness is not an enemy. It is simply a cloak, Under which awareness is safely hidden. When my inner light was almost extinguished, You brought your fire across the distance. No one will let a hand fall into the wind, They will simply place it into living words. I will walk through this storm without fear. You suddenly lit up the paths, At the hour when everyone had left. The world froze in a single minute, At the very edge of the earth. Words turned into trails, The ice beneath my skin melted away. And the wind that once broke bridges, Now gently guides me. Let today bring only gray rain upon my shoulders, And a cold hum burning against my face. For morning to come when you least expect it, You have to endure the night, breaking through the circle. For emptiness is not an enemy. It is simply a cloak, Under which awareness is safely hidden. When my inner light was almost extinguished, You brought your fire across the distance. No one will let a hand fall into the wind, They will simply place it into living words. I will walk through this storm without fear! We learn what matters most in complete silence... To look not at things, but into the root of the soul. And someone unseen, in the pitch-black night, Did not abandon me, but left me the keys. Placed my hand into the warmth of another... And everything that hurt, like ash, was gone! Emptiness is not an enemy. It is simply a cloak. The light burns brighter when the world is dark. From hand to hand. From one line into fire. The road is clear... I welcome the morning.
