Emptiness - Feb. 2019

When you are no thing, there is no upkeep 

When no thing dwells within, all is still
And will without attachment eternal sleep
Through your chants, or spin worshiper, spin !
Counter clockwise until the galaxy's blades spill
The cosmic blood into your fragile human veins
and feed your ego with desires and pain.

If no thingness is all that there is,
If paradise is but the veil of the darkest abyss
Tranquil sleep, eternal dark bring upon me
The last stream of stars,
The last wave of nightmares,
In the last space-time curve,
The first hurricane of feelings and last love
Of my king, his last touch and his smile,
His scent, make us last a while...

Then strike me through lightning
So I'll be returned to Earth...
To live the last life, the ultimate birth
Again to love you sweet darling, place my will at your feet,
Tread carefully, king, cause you tread on my dreams.
Yours truly, for ever ... these lives were all yours
As all what's left of me to be.