Time

Life and death in the time 

Flowing in the flux of the river.

The trickling rain in the morning 

Drizzles underneath the fragile tree 

Healing long-forgotten bruises in the past.

The time upon the wide seashore 

The rolling and refilling waters

Are void and bare in the drifting light of the sun.

Come to life in the forthcoming season,

We move in time upon the rimless edges 

In visible darkness and the yellow rivers 

And despicable creatures are upon the same floor 

Gaunt, grim eyes and in deep bedlam 

Creeping as usual in the wheel of time 

But faded and parched up among the tortuous trees 

Life is still at the turning point and moving 

ceaselessly into the incessant river.

Neither day nor night;

at the same juncture, moving and unmitigated...

All-time is the movement of thoughts. 

All-time is prolix and slithery like the

scurrying river and we all are there flowing into its toxic waves,

Where all the time is hidden. But not the timelessness,

The timeless clock and the stillness,

The eddy and tides upon the same foamy seacoast 

Neither time nor death...but the utmost aloneness and emptiness,

There will be no time, and there will be timelessness,

Now we have crossed the brimful river,

Now we are unalloyed and into the abstruse sea,

unruffled and unlimited,

The ending of time and the unknown 

The freedom from the past and suffering,

The sublime dawn on the threshold of new life, 

beatifically beautiful,

Now there is no hurt, no excruciating pain,

All sufferings come to an end, a bliss of dainty rain 

Imminent clouds are over, limpid and lucent sky...

Joy without fetters and agonies, compassion and love,

Without any travail and anxiety, a new world, the blessed time 

Now the time is explicitly explicit, ineffable love and ecstasy,

Now the self is untrammelled like the dizzy bird in the illuminated-sky 

Ceaseless, immaculate and eternal 

And reclining into a newer reality, pearlescent and pearly-white 

Where time cannot reach...

Where time cannot assail ...

All-time is delusion 

All-time is eternal,

Time and thought

Are merely an illusion 

But to cross the river of time 

Is freedom, the freedom from the time,

But only love and compassion,

The unknown will arrive at your home,

unexpectedly like the temperate and galvanizing spring,

The blissful rain in the sea and sky

Where the supernal time dwells,

The metamorphosis of time into the fathomless Ocean 

Thawing, dissolving, dissipating in the bare time

And Timelessness!