There were days I wandered too far, Searching for a lullaby in weary lives. The world felt like a late, tired rainfall, Breaking softly into fragile drops of time. Only then I saw within my own heartbeat A thousand ties I hadn’t dared release.
Then one evening, the wind grew gentle, And I found my shadow resting at the gate of peace. The wooden bell echoed like a slow breath, Shaking off the dust gathered on my soul. Only then I knew that all things would vanish, Leaving only a quiet heart with the void.
So I return to the refuge of the Buddha, Like a morning dew seeking its first light. Leaving behind the storms and all the burdens, Keeping my mind open, vast, and still. Though the world may change with every moment— I come home, forever in His grace.
There are paths I never understood, Only knowing I was tired of being lost. But one bright thought arose from the silence, Calling my name like autumn’s gentle breeze. So I walk past all the unanswered questions, Returning home like a leaf to its tree.