IN THE URN OF AGE
How many sips of waterAre left, in this urn of age?How many sips of hardship to go? And how many sips of ease are left?
Time says: Think of droplets Thirst says: River is not enough Eye informs: Stay within limits Dream says: World is not enough.
IIISoul says: why are you forgetting? See how much is to be done. Now, look into yourselfUrn of the heart is brimming up.
A LANDLESS BIRD
A landless birdmade a flight to my heart. Dust of centurieson the head...