Open Hand To The Wind

Open Hand To The Wind
Nothing can be obtained by grasping at the wind
There is no escape from the dualism of life
Vanity of vanities
I am embittered towards humanity for its failures
Yet I possess all of these same shortcomings
There is grief in wisdom, there is sorrow in truth
Yet the heart of the wise is in the house of mourning
And by a sad countenance the heart is made stronger in time
So I embrace this burden and weep for the fools that chase the wind