A lucid light on star-playgrounds leaves word:
The form is an empty shell, its core: Soul whirls.
Your footsteps echoing on star-playgrounds quake:
Empty shells rattle, in a cradle Likeness sways.
Starlight overflows, filling the radiant sea:
Star-life is impaired: change sways softly;
Emptiness swings Likeness hiding in scented petals
Softly: it charms your hiding bed into a cradle.
Emptiness charms your yearning desire into dual:
Turning to your cradle, it sways – your coffin: it guards;
He who can see the core, hiding in it, sees a Likeness,
He who is unworthy sees emptiness, his secrets are guarded.
Sound of empty footsteps in star-playgrounds rises,
Its echo in form-existence is the heartbeat.
Written: 06/10. 2014., by J. W. Cassandra
Translated: 30/08. 2022., by J. W. Cassandra
