From love the tear.

 Everything about you is nirvana.

Live fully

of the primeval now.

Everything shakes

this offer

which you do silently

in the eternal.

The body

it washes over you

in the watchful void

of here without shadow, without trace,

without origin.

A bird sings the name

smiling at you as well

vanishes into thin air.

(No more

names.)

From all the light it opens

the complete love.

It overflows, it moves

the sound of this formless

and tangible air

to everything.

So he tastes the silence

and the air. It tastes like air

, the air!

From love the tear

it rains kindly

and truly. Warm

like the wind

that blows in the spring.

This light rains from love

that touches the heart

of tradition.

It's raining love

of first light.

It's raining, it's raining

all the light.

He lives, he lives, in a rest

splendor the now that always remains, that is always visible,