A stranger in a known country
Or -- A knower in a strange country?
Darkness is beyond believe
Only me existing

Fleeting – meeting – parting
Inside bliss on white clouds -- if I remember.

It is best to stay home
Because everything is known there.

Acting in a vacuum –
Can it be called acting?

Nothing matters,
Standing close to the rushing stream
Feeling its icy breath
Not worth to go closer

I turn around -- what’s behind?
I am afraid, there is nothing either

Rejoicing in having arrived is better,
Than building bridges to never land,
Or -- rushing with a cheap boat down the river,
to a goal – who knows where,

The goal is here and now,
Not outside on the rocks of ignorance,

Soft feathers of forgetting, floating
Close to understanding

Me and You – two and the same,
before and after never existed

Streams of waiting – a glance of an eye,
I call you -- Come over to my resting place!
The view will conquer the highest mountain
In the Samsara of the worlds

Floating, flying, yet earth bound in another world
Inside the way opens, outside it leads to wilderness

Be Still –You Have Arrived!