I resist any thing better than my own diversity.

The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.

Welcome your spirit back from its wandering. It may return in pieces, in tatters.

Comrade of raftsmen and coalmen, comrade of all who shake hands and welcome to drink and meat.

Just like hopes springing high,

Why do you imagine golden birds?

Speak to it as you would to a beloved child.

A novice beginning yet experient of myriads of seasons,

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

I was of three minds,

Let go the pain you are holding in your mind, your shoulders, your heart, all the way to your feet.

Breathe the air but leave plenty after me.

The journey might take you a few hours, a day, a year, a few years, a hundred, a thousand or even more,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide,

The river is moving.

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