The rosy lotus of the universe will blow up the ice-cold body of a snow-clad comet…
Its icy crystals will melt in the earth’s ozone field…
You will be born at the pleasure of this Creator’s ambassador out of this cold crystal…
Bathing in a rosy cloud of the trembling wind of life…
You will look at the blissful blue sky…
Although your feet are on the ground like heavy rocks…
In the middle of the shaky tremor of green grass…
The sun of life will become your god and make you admire it…
Until you melt from its heat and the mist that remains of you whirls away…
Up there where those crystals of the time giant dropped from – disguised as that eternal comet…
Which is flying away like a cool cloud of yours…
Resignedly reflecting in the water mirror of the earth….
