Sitting on top of the waxen rock
Looking nowhere, looking
I'll know the place when I see it
Even if clouds are hiding it
most of the time.
Life is like a dream in a dream
and nightmare too ...
The only Way out is to wake up.
Sitting on a rock at the edge
of the black mountain
Gazing nowhere and everywhere.
Time came to interfere and took
to another sphere.
With blessings for another journey
for strength and resolves.
Namo Buddha and Masters
Namo DhammaNamo Sangha