Speculation

Only we live in profound abstraction 

Only in a universe of rumination.

Memory and desire 

In the time past and present 

Clinging together upon the same wall

In the cloistered room and empty hall 

If all life is merely a drooping dream 

All time is glistening and glittering gleam

Without any sound, without any incandescence, 

What is and what should be, 

Seems an inexorable puzzle 

Upon the swampy panes and murky muzzle

Time and death, quintessential and enigmatical 

And to arrive at the frontier, which is already dead 

Image making in the imaginary mind 

In the narrow lanes of constricted-self 

That we don't know, that we don't comprehend,

Opened door in the flowery valleys. Falling of fountains through the damp and delirious eyes …

I don't know. 

Whether I'm going or coming,

It is only through time 

It is only in perpetual time

Purposelessness and absurdity 

In scarlet-roses and white-lilies 

Perhaps I am searching you since time primordial 

Through time and time 

Looming in the blooming season.

Will I be able to see the placid dawn,

The voice said through the thickets and loosening trees, there, there,

Amidst the hills and forests.

In the first light of the world, unmixed time, since time immemorial 

Beginning of words and pitfalls 

Into the mind and recondite sea 

The decay and ending of time, doubts and scruples, 

Taking off tattered clothes and blooming of new flower in the luminous sky 

Coming and going in time is known, 

Ending and emptying of past is Unknown,

Over the seashore and wings of secluded sky,

Over the tossing-waves and twittering seagulls,

Now the lake is arid and colorless, 

The sacred love wrapped in white time,

Rolling down through the blue-bright eyes 

Known and unknown ways, winding and tortuous rivers 

Never-ending quest for perennial joy...

To come and go, in patterns of time,

Woven and hidden in the unfazed time 

Time within time, confounding and perplexing,

Bottomless love across the tenebrific world. 

Endless time, endless love, transformation moment to moment, 

Silence in the woods and oceans and the consecrated shower underneath the blue tower 

Calmly and Calmly,

Time is fleeing behind the painted walls, clasping each tickling rain 

Now the lake is resurrected and flowing through the hidden mountains, 

And the Break of day!