Let Life Be Carried Away By Emptiness

Snatches of dim phrases appear sometimes like voices

At big distance, when their chorus is united,

Like light and shadow. in a damp,

Misty darkness the round dances of smouldering

Lights are whirling and time is twisting endless spirals

Stars are trembling in the eye’s flame,

In the prototype of their essence,

And red whirlwinds in a smouldering sky

Will embellish the crown of the worlds.

Behind the black gates the horizons full

Of unprecedented strength,

Like the deepness of magic mirrors,

Which the monks hold in front of themselves.