You are:
shining, changeless
bliss,
tasting
neither death
nor birth.
The sun
does not rise
eager, bright-eyed;
there is
no tired, crimson pyre
heralding the stars.
Day and night –
they exist
only for the spinning
world.
You are:
shining, changeless
bliss,
tasting
neither death
nor birth.
The sun
does not rise
eager, bright-eyed;
there is
no tired, crimson pyre
heralding the stars.
Day and night –
they exist
only for the spinning
world.