I aim for perfect
end,
As I stoop old, and
stiffened bend,
Towards peaceful
vapor, silence cold
Like calm breeze, or
midnight moon,
Tranquil Blend with
mindless mind,
Or mind selfless,
open or close
All tinge like
summer haze dissolved,
All grasping like
lotus out-turned,
Or benevolent sprout
chaste,
Mighty earth which
bless and blow.
I recognize now, a
moment
Different me from
one yesterday,
Different yet from unsure
tomorrow,
Where are those
sorrows I breathed?
Where gone that mirth?
Who shall prove thus,
Mind same from
distance long,
In perfect ease now,
but I recall
Wasn’t I restless
then? Or wished for some,
Vague in my nerves, shadows
dark,
And for blossoms, my
heart longing,
None thus, assets of
passing self,
No thread linking,
committed beads,
Rather, stacked
mound of smelted coins.
Thus seeking not,
with impious nerves,
Shall strive for a
perfect ‘now’
‘Now’ in conscience deep
and one,
Alike comfy couch of
midnight air,
Though still there,
yet into distance afar,
Or an unseen moving
star
Let the moving not
move,
Rather, an empty
sealed vaunt,
Excellence serving serene
within,
Luminous and radiant,
Clear for timeless ever.
