The leaves are golden over there.
And we are filled with golden light,
with inexhaustible rays.
Just you and me.
And Dalai Lama, a gray-haired man, somewhere miles away
is smiling overwhelmed with joy.
He teaches us that all religions are just good for nothing
the cruel toys in hands of demons.
I see everything in bulk, all at once:
all the sounds, smells, the touches of the corrupted crust,
the sting of the grasshopper in the straw.
The kinesthetic and kinesthesia expand the boundaries of reason first,
then narrow mind to the state of coma.
The Universe Cerebellum is pulsating.
And all together glands vibrate.
And where are those "Egoes" and where are those limits?
Who came this time in human form in narrow corners on the Earth?
"Time Flows". The general illusion. So-called deception.
The total changes, the fluidity of everything and all
require neither spectators nor chroniclers.
We are entering this stream in the same way
unaware that we can only see and hear the perturbations,
superposition of immeasurable vibrations,
which are outside our perception and understanding.
Touch your fingertips.
Say nothing!
Amen!