April

April (Season of thoughtless Muse) ******* In this dull days of April hour, Flowers grow in the valley shower, Honeybees make buzzing song, Collecting honey that drops on leaves, Dull days with dull dalliance, The stream is like big mirror, Mountain is like silent Arbor, April is a season of no season, Winter summer and spring are In competition to adorn the valley, A deep pain is leaping with the Joy of life in dull pleasantry, A coition with the spirit of death, The valley inside and the valley outside, The mirror within mirror and with No image, In silent celebration Life is a deep rumination, April stands as a boundary line, From horizontal to vertical, From love with pain to Love without dream, From Joy with dream to Dreamless Aloofness, On the shore of life a halo of other shore, With all the joys and love of Nature, With all the forms of enjoyment, The magnetic pull is from other Shore, April and it's silent Muse is like a boat to me, Like a ship to Cross the lifting waves Of anamnesis, The dream the hope and the Vows, The Urge to taste life to the Fullest, April is a season of death and desolation, Not the pain but meditation, A contemplative Jump into the bottomless fragrance, Hanging on the branch of Mimosa Having no root, It is a season of dull departure, Within and without an incomplete Journey to Fullness. ****************