I stood there waiting
for a gap in the traffic
to cross the highway.
...
We went round the city
made of colourful picture cards.
All around us innumerable dreamy bubbles
with their little rainbows
...
I was not there
when the lilacs bloomed
wriggling in the slime
feeding them with the goodness of the earth.
...
Blessed are we
That we are not
Among those tossing in the sea
In little dinghies
...
Life
Silent and obscure,
Creeping under the bush,
Growing,
Gathering force,
Cutting its own path
Seeping through the barriers
Advancing
Battling the rocks,
Roaring down the precipices,
Flooding the valleys
Pushing aside the banks
Fuming, foaming, panting,
Pawing in the darkness
Whirling in whirlpools,
Bogged down in the marshes,
For a while overwhelmed,
Getting up in the next,
Running and running
Till, in the end,
Dissolving into the sea of time.