Wishes

In silent vastness, where longing takes root,
desires are seeds the mind dares to recruit.
They may arise from kindness, from love so pure,
or stem from greed that compels us for more.
Strophe 1
A wish can be fleeting, a shadow so mild,
a vision of colors the soul has compiled.
Yet which direction grants it its might—
does it come from a heart creating what’s right?
Kindness can shine, uniting us all,
while greed isolates in endless downfall.
Refrain
What is a wish that restlessly glows,
a flickering flame that never quite slows?
If you release it, its shimmer will cease,
revealing your core in quietest peace.
But if it is born of compassion so clear,
it links every heart and gently draws near.
Strophe 2
Our longing for love, for glory, for bliss,
at times is a film that deceives us amiss.
We think we must grasp what’s out of our sight,
ignoring the Now, where new seeds could take flight.
But should you desire a peace touching all,
a power emerges, enchanting our call.
Bridge
A wish is a mirror—reflecting your place:
do kindness and warmth brush gently your face?
Or does the old craving still roar deep inside,
driving you on restless pathways to hide?
Behind every wanting, in fields still and wide,
lies freedom, unveiling how you dwell inside.
Refrain
What is a wish if it burns without rest,
a flickering spark that fails every test?
Once you let go, its glimmer will fade,
and you find your true self in the dance it betrayed.
But if it is nurtured by love shining bright,
it may heal our hopes, uniting us in light.
Strophe 3
A wish may declare that fulfillment is near,
yet clutching too tightly can strangle what’s dear.
Spot the old lack that gnaws from within,
the illusion dissolves when the heart dares to begin.
Some wishes form bridges when guided by grace,
not feeding the ego that hoards every space.
Outro
Desires are waves on the ocean of peace;
they roll in and out, yet you never cease.
Some wishes come true yet still leave you bare,
others may nourish, releasing despair.
For what you desire can lift you or bind—
the choice lies in you, where each wish is refined.