The tides come and go. The wise flow in the direction of the wind. Becoming one with the storm. One of the same, no fight exists. Kill not ones self to its own reflection. Power reflected in a small mirror, appearing powerless.
The tides come and go. The wise flow in the direction of the wind. Becoming one with the storm. One of the same, no fight exists. Kill not ones self to its own reflection. Power reflected in a small mirror, appearing powerless.