The night of times

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...