a room in all white
or a cave carved out of nothing
can be a sacred thing -
they can let you be forever -
here a second can be a million years
when you set your clock the other way
the needles chasing away the seconds,
the minutes, and the years
while you remain untimed; eyes closed
like the cosmos in its gleaming darkness
and glittering bliss, like a buddha
husking the nuts of enlightenment
to chew on the wealth of nothingness -
void in the mind, void in the thought,
void in existence -there is nothing to
measure the space of thought - -
you are forever the world revolves
the needles of the clock
run around you -chasing away
the minutes, the seconds
framing you up as forever -
when you can close and open your eyes
and say it's a second, it's a million years
it's a trillion years -there is
no gap between them
rewritten from
a room in all white
or a cave carved out of nothing
can be a sacred thing -
they can let you be forever -
here a second can be a million years
where you set your clock the other way
the needles chasing away the seconds,
the minutes, and the years
while you remain untimed; eyes closed
like the cosmos in its gleaming darkness
and glittering bliss, like a buddha
husking the nuts of enlightenment
to chew on the wealth of nothingness -
void in the mind, void in the thought,
void in existence -there is nothing to
measure the space of thought - -
you are forever the world revolves
the needles of the clock
run around you -chasing away
the minutes, the seconds
framing you up as 'forever' -
you can close and open your eyes
anytime and say it's a second, it's a million years
it's a trillion years -there is
no gap between them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmm long chronicles of time../ thanks