Awakening from the Dream
Born into the world time and again, thousands of years,
For what possibly would one come so many times?
Fame and wealth—but wisps of smoke are these,
’Tis the heavens that govern life’s vicissitudes.
Divine, above, was each life at first breath,
Success and failure pass here like but fleeting clouds.
Our ordeals have reasons, each just, from before,
May we gain the way, and awaken from the dream—
To scale the heights of the deep azure sky!