I, apprentice of storytelling
Seeking to hold the wind in a cage
Broken by trials unending
The world will not fit on my page
I, windkeeper, am searching for answers
How can I spread wide the truth?
Wisdom directs me to singers and dancers
And old men regretting their youth
For life is a joy and a pain and a yearning
And a man who learns best is constantly turning
With a spin from his Maker man goes round, round, round
And he rises the highest who falls to the ground
So this is the rule by which I shall practice
To strive for the things that I don’t understand
I shall feel in that thickest and foggiest blackness
A reassuring hand
I shall teach through delight
And delight in teaching
With words like a song
You shall hear me preaching
By words I will teach men
What words cannot say
For I am pierced by thoughts
That are far, far away
There is life in the world that I can’t comprehend
It gives life to wilted reeds, flight to bees
And strength to weakened knees
So I bow down before the Beginning and End
And I, the windkeeper, feel the wind in my hair