The Oracle

Winds of a thousand, ten thousand years beat against my faceat the horizon the first light of dawn suddenly showedas if…an unfinished dreama person walked to the wilderness of the world

A lifetime is this absurda single thought is this longbetter then…to crawl in the longing that drives outto fall silent in the exaltation of the deep doctrine

The cold glint of the polar nightpierced through my hearttime…drains away…leaving me alone, one breath still leftpunishing me, stubborn and on my own

God's extravaganceis neither hurried nor slowand likewise swaying, driftingit does not matter that everything is a suppositioneven if everything is only an illusion

The sailboat makes its trial voyage in the fogthe golden crow hangs above the purple seaGod said—only when the last arrogance is overturnedcan a truth be found