LIFE

LIFE

In pure silence,Earth rests,

Beneath the strain ,as word and womb

Its mystery sustain.

Pure motion leads to rest. Pure silence leads to stress.

If I remain still,

Heaven would thrill with Earth to nothingness.

Love is silence. But mind distracts...

Mind loves rest, but passion's pest, is alluring trembling wit.

When I restrain desire, my mind is all appeased and it cease to roll.

For mind's release , is to allow full peace

Of silence of the soul.

My senses will not soil, nor poison will abide ( like dullness, wrath or greed )

Breeding their caress, and threefold deadliness.

But I won't slay desires,

Or mind and body would decline, and all my fantasies will dance

In wanton's dreams, while spaces will remain

Renewing all the pain.

Affronting final foes,

The external matter goes...

And nothingness abides ,colliding with my stance.

Serene the Silence stands.

My force ,before the attack of darkened willful hand

Remains intact.

How would Desire lack to fix my heart and youth,

When all my life have captured

The silence of the Truth ?

So flawless, fixed and apt, Nature and Sense to appeal.

It's the influence of my moon

On the magnet and the steel.

A true touch, Oh! Very exact,

Abiding above tides of oceans that collide in silence.

Free from act,

My breath floats free in the Void, and vanishes wherein.

I don't have any Lord.

My life is mine to win.