Thursday, August 27, 2009

The Dance of Darkness

All things are full of weariness beyond uttering. The eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing. That which has been is that which shall be; and that which has been done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.
(Ecclesiastes: 1: 8-9)

Every flower
As the Japanese have correctly understood
Is the dance of darkness
A smile to the sun
Rooted firmly in the earth
That’s how the dancer becomes
The Buddha knew it
Once he was a lion
He had terrible memory
Died of dysentery though
The body is painted white
That’s its technique
There you see darkness
Now you travel
It’s no nonsense
The stars are just traces
Fusions which could evaporate millions
But then you know
In childhood, in the front yard
On a mat we would all lie
And sing and sing
I would count the stars
And thought it was all real
Years later
They are still there
So unreal
Because we don’t know
If they are still there
Like a china pot in the outer space

The valetudinary state of the universe
Universe itself has migraine