He who is loyal to a particular one
     is a slave to discrimination.
He who is loyal to both
     is ripped in two.
He who is loyal to neither
     is impartial and safe,
        a king of his own.

How could it be I,
The Keeper of Time
Lost between silence and a blink of an eye.

Found comfort of a ticking tune
Repetitive hanging clock stuck at noon.

Giving all of the banks and more
Told of lofty fruit upon that shore.

Where the bank of time has run fully poor,
and the love for eternity ticks forevermore.

Wind whispering ancient lullabies;
Hypnotizing its children, it smiles inwardly.
At rest, yet acting everything at once.
This is true effort, true power.
Hold the knowledge that the river
Carries the leaf effortlessly
Reaching its destination just on time.
Smile inwardly like the mother that holds you.

I watch people in the world
Throw away their lives lusting after things,
Never able to satisfy their desires,
Falling into deeper despair
And torturing themselves.
Even if they get what they want
How long will they be able to enjoy it?
For one heavenly pleasure
They suffer ten torments of hell,
Binding themselves more firmly to the grindstone.
Such people are like monkeys
Frantically grasping for the moon in the water
And then falling into a whirlpool.
How endlessly those caught up in the floating world suffer.
Despite myself, I fret over them all night
And cannot staunch my flow of tears.