Everything is just the way it is

The flags that fluttered in the wind of time, have fallen.
And the mills that grinded in the course of time, have gone silent,
and everything is just the way it is.

How will you step out of this sepulchral silence of your everyday life,
if you are not the wind that blows where it wants to?
Will you yourself blow into your sails?

Only among them, who only quietly whispered,
only among them the wind whispered
and they fell asleep.

But each other’s breeze will wake them up
and they will rise in the eyes of mother life.