The Unknown Will Come To You

The river flows through memory and desire 

Conscious and unconscious will 

All that is living in twirling and twiddling time,

Expunction of all time is death 

Living of all time is life 

Death and life clubbed together 

While in living, the end can be perceived

While in moving, the end can be conceived 

Then we shall not endure and suffer 

The unknown will come to you,

You are experience and experiencer both. 

That which moves has no rehabilitation,

There can be no sunrise, no creation,

In time, that is turning in contemplation 

The rain will not come to your home, 

If your are moving and moved----

The newness is eternal, creative and new, 

Only in conclusion, in termination, 

The love can be fathomed. 

Only in complete ending, 

Only at ending point, 

The Unknown will come to you,

Into your pure mind and undefiled view...