Jukai

I will always remember
All the glorious formations
That appeared at this day
Never real, but in this state pure

Colours and oscillations everywhere

I saw how the trees breathed
And the waves in the soil
Feeling the breeze of loss
At this brittle sill

Feeling the losing of
Well-known textures
A view into eternity
Full of fear, full of beauty

What if I had lain down in the meadows?
Would I have returned?

Inside my hand, inside my mind
The trembling stone of silence
Faithful fellow of the other side
Given and consecrated by a friend
Who was passing through the same world

Coming home, a thousand moods
Coming home, discerning the changes