The eye
Seasons go, seasons come
Through life’s passenger car;
Change their mood and coat:
Change Man’s mind and heart.
Sun sets, sun rises,
Sometimes cold, sometimes hot.
Between the sets and the rises
Babylons rise, Babylons fall.
Rose gardens then tomb lies;
All human kingdoms fly by.
Flowers close and disclose.
Amid intervals relate to the rosy story,
Shortly expose beauties imposed,
Sum up the temporary journey.
Sea tides calm or raged
In angel or monster guise.
Wind’s breeze or storm’s blow,
Bow the infallible, in progress, bruise.
All in cycle yet not at all the same:
Days, weeks, months, and years spin
Present and future pass onto the Past breast.
Left behind scars of joy and grief
Reverse to rebirth the future past
Devour the time ahead:
“All pass all pass ô Man but the footprint”
(Man, your boat motion stills
In the calm sphere of the eye
Hollow which swallows your acquainted being
Unconscious how the nearest is the end.
In the eye, the danger zone resides
The hollow is a sinker, deep
While all around savagely spin around.)
Cry of birth and cry of death.
Foot in and a foot out.
Soul left the dead body corpse
Soul left the lived body corpse
The former in the rest,
The latter in the agony chest.
The cycle keeps spinning round
In its process, most of all got lost.
Nothing stays in its state still
All faint with time all die…
Like withered leaf aborts the green with a sigh,
Nothing may but bow to the Time’s Will.
So-Called Poetry of Biba 2018
So-called Poetry of Biba 