From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.
Now ― for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart ―
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
I take my endless way.
I think some people may find this "philosophy" unpleasant, even frightening, but it does capture beautifully how I feel about life.
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