a river of light
innundates
the waiting mountains
blissful earth
lays fragrant in dolorous dreams
the skies empty
but for the quiet spectator sun
the high winds hum
echoes of ancient glories
from their ashen sleep released
in the strange stillness of dawn
the land reverberates
the passing of cosmic times ~
somewhere through mazing paths
a man, hidden approaches
slowly on the divine episode
gait weary with a mysterious burden
agony unfathomable ~
fearless eyes receding
in a deep envelope of blissful light ~
forever arriving, he arrives
before his arrival ~ a procession
of gods and angels
bear him to the summit ~
in his heart evoke a fierce song ~
in the cosmic audience he reveals
the mark of his destiny
in ageless tongues of perfect fire
he proclaims the final hour ~
the voice of light thunders on
the infinite terrain,
and every being engulfed
in the sacred silences listens
every rock and blade of grass
to the immortal call pays heed ~
in the rhythms pouring from his infinite being he shows
the infinite rhythms of all forever ~