Observe

In Baltic's chill, where whispers wind does sigh,
And icy water, through your fingers flows,
Sand shifts and streams, within the hourglass lie,
Wormwood's embrace, where silence softly grows.

A world of stillness, where eternity dwells,
No joy, no sorrow, no human fears reside,
Just endless cycles, while winter to spring swells,
And summer's hues, autumn's beauty hide.

Observe,  without a tear, or judging thought,
The fleeting moments, as time's whirlpool spins,
Each grain of sand, a story, subtly wrought,
Each woven thread, within the cosmic spins.

Observe the worlds, in their ephemeral grace,
The birth and death, in endless, quiet streams,
Embrace the void,  this cold and empty space,
Where learning lies, in what it truly seems.

From Hel's embrace, this wisdom stark and deep,
To simply see, and never, never judge,
The silent dance, of life and shadows sleep,
And find the lesson, in the universe's nudge.