the sintes flows

The sunset flows into the mirror of the sea's border between the world and mind Through the ghosts of blurred shadows, we search for our lost path The soul is unlocked and rings between two worlds Resentments melt into thick twilight On the way from quiet words to prophetic dreams, the echoes of foreign voices are heard At the point where paths meet, where night whispers silent prophecies, we save ourselves from storms and worlds, dispelling fear like grey smoke Love and friendship are reliable shields, and let the moon's caress touch the water's surface An invisible fire burns, eradicating old and unnecessary traces Mind circles and spreads like wind, analysis hinders breath What is real here and what are we trying to control? We get bogged in nets and lose control quickly Mistakes of mad and changeable youth become just words Crisis is a chance for understanding where ours lies and where foreign lies deep Inner chaos gives birth to stubbornness and life Let there be no applause, but battles are quiet and modest In this routine, steps achieve purpose and depth At the meeting point, night whispers prophecies to save us from storms and worldly fears Love and friendliness are shields, let the moon touch water's face An unseen fire burns away old traces Every step is meticulous and conscious Meaning and strength lie in smallest details Watch as sunrise gilds blue expanse Anxiety vanishes, age-old sadness departs We surrender to flow, no steering needed We learn to live through abyss carefully On edge Silence, calm sea, peace I return to center, alive on edge