Unfathomable night of times
that opens and closes
onto the nothingness .
Traveler ! Death greets you !
ultimate communion
to the star,diamond dust
returning ...
Dissolved proton thought
into dark blow, the whole .
In the voice of judgment
shadow seeks the way ...
Or is it just the dream
of a new dawn carrying
within it the seeds
of its own twilight ?
What the point of picking
fruit from this tempting orchard
of eternity, that reveals ,divine,
the tragic absence ?
This is the fame,to which
the inspired spirit succumbs ...
You,breaking the fate of the
clock, dark religion !
prophets ,condemned
to convey ,clouds,the message ,
in letters of rain ...
I lived young titan ,the golden age ,
sleeping Buddha,under your tree,
made us laugh !
Ridding our wind steeds ,
everything was nothing but fury ,
pleasure and possession !
Fear of this turbid uterus
waiting for us after the harvest...
So close the pyre where, remorse,
the remnants were being consumed,
I laid down, adornments
and weapons .
Draped in my nakedness
at the temple steps .
And facing the source
of the night of times ,
meditating on nothingness...