The light brings the energy,
and the dream brings the desire,
yet a man’s future is shaped
not in his longing,
but in the strength of his will.

The wind flows with fragrance
when it carries clouds for the soil,
nurturing the seed buried beneath the earth,
but it is empty and hollow
when it turns to raise a mountain of sand,
blinding the eyes,
yet bearing no fruit.

Water finds its purity
as it percolates through soils,
a gentle sip nourishing the throat,
learning patience in every layer of stone and clay.
But water, full of desire for the ocean,
races without understanding,
and carries the weight of impatience,
forgetting the lessons of the path it travels.

So too is the heart of man:
his intentions must flow like the soil-fed stream,
slow, deliberate, conscious of each stone it passes,
rather than like a river eager only for the sea,
chasing dreams without planting roots.

The light brings the energy,
but energy without guidance
becomes fire uncontained,
burning that which it should sustain.
The dream brings the desire,
but desire without discipline
becomes wind that scatters,
never nurturing, never fulfilling.

Man must learn the art of patience,
to let the soil feed the seed,
to let the wind bear fragrance,
to let water gain wisdom in its journey.
For in will lies the shape of mountains,
and in understanding, the course of rivers.

Let the light awaken your hands to action,
and the dream awaken your heart to longing.
But let your will steady the hand,
and your wisdom guide the dream,
so that life may bear fruit
and not dissolve into dust.

The light, the wind, the water—
all teach the same lesson:
that desire alone cannot create,
that only with will, patience, and understanding
does the universe unfold its beauty,
and the soul find its path.

RSD