It happens when the hour comes
Words do not make any longer sound
Where did it come from?
It happens when the hour comes. Tiredness overtakes you. The tiniest action becomes difficult. Even moving your small finger requires a tremendous effort. You feel the sensation of fatigue in your legs, spreading up your body. You watch it as if from the side, as if it is none of your concern. You embrace and welcome it all, riding the mad waves of the great flow of being.
Drifting with life
down the valley and up the hill
a place to dwell
The words crank,
like ashes they evaporate
they leave void,
for bliss to accumulate
Then the energy is in the body once more. What has happened? How come your fingers move easily now? Where did the tiredness disappear? Where did it come from in the first place?
The glory disappears when the sun sets
it makes space for the moon to rise
high up in the sky its beauty spreads
then in its turn the softness hide