This primal love How many more years to wait A thousand, ten thousand, or hundred million You – after millions and millions of years Still tranquil and serene as usual The unremitting loneliness Seeking for no elaboration Yet the unchanged Infatuation Still in the self-chosen solitude Quietly waiting No matter how oceans dry and stone rot No matter how far drift the stars
In the dreamy crystal Floating in elegance The Cretaceous radiance In the flaming midsummer Hovering the linden blossom pollen A gust of wind A bolt of lightning An arc of rainbow In the sky you once owned Across flashing swift fierce pterosaurs Away dancing gaudy butterflies Here darting graceful dragonflies
Through the twilight There water in dark blue and mountains in gray green There sunset glow as red as blood You, who had a rendezvous with the moon Flying towards the arms of fragrant twigs Before the arrival of romance Singing happiness with your wings Right at the moment of descending That casual drop of tree resin Froze Your worldly life into an eternal Zen