Are our lives like the life of a flower – a promise, a hope, a passing beauty?
And what is that promise,
How do they find fulfilment –
Their time being ever so short?
And as to beauty, does ours fade away
Like the beauty of the flower?
Fear not, for time is not involved:
The Beauty and Essence of the flower
And of our Soul
Are timeless, infinite.
I know of being and non-being,
know of eternity and time –
that my place is at the center,
though there is no center, no time.
Not placed between heaven and earth,
for earth and heaven are not –
nor East or West,
neither South or North.
Not needing a place for rest,
for my home is everywhere.
Not wanting a place to go,
for the world is all my own.
There is no mixed darkness and light,
for there is nothing but light.
I Know that nothingness is not,
for other than Being all’s naught