Dead Souls

After the ending, flowering of sweet music 

After the aloneness pervading silence in the woods and mountains 

After the breaking of waves in verdourous rocks 

The anguish and agony 

The whimpering and bemoaning 

Of dead souls in dark places and glistening reverberation 

of lightening and thunder over the dabbled waves and fluorescent hills 

Death is part of life. You cannot live without death

We are living, we are dying at every moribund moment,

Dying to everything which is manifestation of your own notion, 

Dying of known is the beginning of love. 

Do not lament the one who is dead,

Living, loving and dying are perpetual 

And the love is now, the wholesome completeness 

Here is no reality but only illusion 

Death and no pleasure and the turbulent time 

The tortuous way and deceitful world 

And the deceptive reality 

Corrodes inside 

No place for the white flower 

But despicable river, marshy and sluggish 

And no florid bird 

But only dismaying sorrow 

In the stones and rocks ...