In a forest : the forest is every where

The future is fire
and the past is ice,
now is forever
dream without end.

Everything's in perfect harmony, everything's a mess.
Every thing in every place rushing through.
Every instance my own world.

Smags ir dzīves rats,
vieglāks tas nekļūs nekad;
ik soli veļas pāri tas,
un kauli mazliet padodas.

Ja gaidi tu vēl pārmaiņas,
velti aizlaid nopūtas;
tad labāk ganīt aitiņas
un vērpt no sapņiem asaras.

Ja meklē ellē atslēgas,
prasi velnam padomu,
un tumšākajā dziļumā
veries savā klusumā.

Verse for Tala

Sadness shows the silence behind all.
Just take her wing and go,
fly into the darkness unmoved.

The Earth is left behind and all the ages of men,
but you are still here in my heart; and I fly.

I hear bones snap and turn into stone,
but it’s not me, not me, the sadness takes!

The sadness takes all,
till all the layers of my awareness have been peeled away,
and just the view remains.

The view, the feeling of you and the silence in all –
the blackness of the star!

Verse (Castanedish, Lynchish, Daoish)

Hard is the sword,
but harder still is the unwanted truth.

And soft is the touch of a lover’s kiss,
but not as soft as the touch of sweet decay.

Beyond matter and death
is the awareness of the self:
the sword finds it not,
the decay feels it not.

Through not-doing the magician
opens the door between two worlds
and steps into the unknowable

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