Now the river is flowing again

Now the river is flowing again 

Through the time and soft rain 

Only in woods deep and sea profound 

Moving and turning with a murmuring sound. 

Water rolls, river overflows,

Through seas and white snows

The perpetual stillness. Dissolving time turns into equanimity and silence. 

Time passes, life slips away on the bare seacoast

 

Penchant and passion are sullen and lost,

Only the calm lake and the ubiquitous time,

Overflowing in the sea of time, quiet and unsaid

The aloneness pervading like the sweet music of Veena and rippling water,

Pious love and the beginning of creation, murkiness rolled into the skin of the universe, 

The coming and going in time is always delusive and transitory.

Time creates, perishes and re-creates, the words, which are stolid and indolent. 

Time is both the observer and the observed. Watching all the flowers and white lilies, 

Life in time is not propitious and still, meaning is fluid and transient,

Dismaying time, devouring, subverting, and dismantling 

And a tremulous change in the fading tuberose, 

The time in the desolate forests and dying birds,

Is annihilating and annihilator both, 

The measuring of words and footfalls in the deserted streets, and the falling of musical stars 

In the river and sea, going here and hereafter 

Life itself is time, Not beyond time,

Merely a changing of ragged and worn out habiliments 

And sudden blows in crashing bones 

Dead and rotten, a morsel of gluttonous time

Love is timeless and eternal 

Unbounded and eternal 

Free from the shackles of chores and gears

Iridescent and luminous in the perennial time 

Even the time moves but not love in the movement 

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Rejoiceful and rippling as the water of the loftiest mountain

Love is a healer and healing both. But not in time or through time but far away from time 

Love is yours, feel it now, assimilate it now,

It will liberate you from this time now ...