Eternal Limits

The river flows on
The path winds down
The moon lives in circles
But I do not follow.

Rather transcend
In song and lyric
To timeless standstill
Where the Eternal is king

Riding flame-crested chariots,
Self in unity with
Mind, body and sense,
across star-pebbled skies.

Poetry is as such
That in a second
Lives infinity
And in him a second

But only for a secound,
And that is the tragedy
can we live eternally
Only for that moment.

And the Laughing Yogi
Looks on in smiles,
His eyes radient
With special light

Chuckling at
Our wheeling troubles
and chants in a syllable
His crystal song

"You men cry alone
For you live in words
Eyes forever open
Yet entirely blind

Some wisemen
With eyes closed
Yearning for immortality
See the Self behind"

"Enclosed in nothing"
He whispers in afterthought