Keep quiet

Keep quiet

The purpose of the summer

Is to give place to winter

Keep quiet

The reason for your fear

Is to subside and disappear

Keep quiet

The destiny of the flower

Is to dry and shrivel 

Keep quiet

The finale of each desire

Is to be fulfilled and expire

Keep quiet

The outcome of all movement

Is to collapse into silence

Keep quiet

The ambition of the river

Is to disappear into the ocean

Keep quiet

Even if you would

Feel lost and confounded

Watching this grand life
Persistently disprove itself.

Mind body

I dreamed of a fantastic scene. 
A future full of bright colors 
And mesmerizing scents.

And thus was time born.
Where was this future before I dreamed it?
Hadn't I dreamed it 
Would it have remained naught?

Time is a toy of the mind
And space is home to the body
But without the mind to note it
And without its device of time 
To brush colors on it
Space is only inert.

And so the mind with its time
And the body in its space
Compose the entity of me
A dance of experiences
Happening in a matrix
Endowed with self-devised meanings.

But who is the first born
The cause of time and space
The primal origin
Eternity before the dawn of time
Formlessness before the birth of space?