Between waking and sleeping
the time passes,
I'm in love with my own self,
The circular flow of time is now a whirlpool,
where I in stillness am rocking
All is visible and all invisible,
All is near and All is afar,
Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, and touch,
Rest in the shade of their names.
Soul throbbing in my heart repeats,
The same unchanging sound of Hu,
The light turns the ancient house,
Into a divine theater of reflections,
I find myself in the middle of my eye,
Watching myself in its pure state,
In this moment I becomemotionless,
I stay and go: I am in a flow
Mykoul
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