Growing used to the fortune I carried since birth
I try to make each misfortune smaller and fewer

I change how I see
I change how I act
I make new
I let go
I take hold

I learn many things
and I forget
and I lose the ways I once could

The greatest misfortune is to forget the fortune I was given
I wish to be spared from that alone

At the far side of fortune
if I can lessen even one person’s sorrow

All I see
all I feel on my skin
all I think
all I love
I turn to soil and I till myself with all my heart

When fair rice ears finally grow
I wish to carry them
to those who kept me alive
to those I have not yet met who hold unseen pain

It may sound faint
it may sound like idle talk
an idea a dream

I want to call it fortune
to think simply and carry it with me

Sorrow
you need not stay
the sea awaits you
the sky does too

It may sound faint again
a wish a prayer that drifts past

Still I will think again
I will hope tomorrow
I want to say
fortune comes to the life that lights itself

Let me be a life that keeps resonating to the very end
and then is carried to someone’s beginning