Speculation

Only we live in hyper reality 

Only in a universe of rumination.

Memory and desire 

In the time past and present 

Clinging together upon the same wall

In the cloistered room and empty hall 

If all life is merely a drooping dream 

All time is glistening and glittering gleam

Without any sound, without turnaround, 

What is and what ought to be, 

Seems an inexorable puzzle 

Upon the swampy panes and murky muzzle

Time and death, quintessential and enigmatical 

And arrive at the frontier, which already dead 

Image making in the imaginary mind 

In the narrow lanes of constricted self 

That we don't know, that we don't comprehend,

Opened door in the flowery valleys. Falling of fountains through my delirious eyes …

I don't know. 

Whether I'm going or coming,

It is only through time 

Purposelessness and absurdity 

In scarlet-roses and white lilies 

Perhaps I am searching you since time primordial 

Time after time 

Looming in the blooming season.

Will I be able to reach at the pinnacle,

The voice said through the corpses and loosening trees, there, there,

Amidst the hills and forests.

In the first light of the world, unmixed time, since time immemorial 

Beginning of words and pitfalls 

Into mind and recondite sea 

The decay and ending of time, doubts and scruples, 

Taking off tattered clothes and blooming of new flower in the luminous sky 

Coming and going in time is known, 

Over the seashore and wings of secluded sky,

Over the tossing-waves and twittering seagulls,

Now the lake is arid and colorless, 

The sacred love folded in the white time,

Rolling down through the blue-bright eyes 

Known and unknown ways, winding and tortuous 

Never-ending quest for perennial joy 

To come and go, in patterns and designs,

Woven and hidden in the unfazed time 

Time within time, confounding and perplexing,

Bottomless love across the tenebrific world. 

Endless time, endless love, transformation moment to moment, 

Silence upon the woods and oceans and the consecrated shower underneath the blue tower 

Calmly and Calmly,

Time is fleeing behind the painted walls, clasping each tickling rain 

Now the lake is resurrected and flowing through the hidden mountains,