Bodhi

   There was a special moment, 
   All doors were open. 
   No leaves, no branches, 
   The garden of annihilation had appeard. 

   Birds of places were silent, 
   This silent, that silent, 
   The silence itself was utterance. 

   What was that area? 
   Seems an ewe and a wolf, 
   Standing side by side. (1) 
   The shape of the sound, pale 
   The voice of the shape, weak 
   Was the curtain folded? 

   I was gone, he was gone, 
   We had lost us. 
   The beauty was alone. 
   Every river had become a sea, 
   Every being had become a Buddha. 

(1) Refers to dawn