Advice of the Mou'ahim

it sees the wind
tumbling through the valley
it hears the sun
setting behind the forest
it feels the sound
of every shrimp
swimming in the ocean

when it comes
there was a village
red foxes searching every limb
there is strength within the eagle
and that which carries all beyond

taste the drops of silver water
running down the silent stream
embrace the light of early mornings
and the first birds sing your
mind to sleep

but heed those words of all conception
for these are really troubled times
what feeds the worry
burdens the shadow
and keep at bay what should be loose

for in the world there is imperfection
and a mirror is often all you need
see the truth through broken ashes
and your eyes might set you free