Esotericism

As the tide of ocean flows
It washes over him who knows
How to be instead of do,
How to melt the me in you.

As the wild wind sets to freeze
A mind which feels no ease,
It also helps those fly
Who melt because with why.

And as the fire sparks and burns
The heart that only yearns
For passion without truth
This is the end of youth.

And earth remains untamed
When all elements unnamed
In it lie, to be reborn at once
Entirely by chance.