Do you remember
do you remember
that autumn day
when we first met
faraway by the gentle lake?

still was the water
silent were the trees
to me was your whisper:
I'll not forget
today's tender splendour
stay, oh stay
it's not sunset yet...

Now all alone
the lake is a reminder
of the day you've chosen
not to remember

yet I look
at the silent water
and your face
still does appear---

I'll walk away
and learn
not to remember

I go to a quiet and secluded corner every day-
I need the calm space to renew myself:

I walk out of myself.
I forget time.
I dream and imagine.
I think I'm with the clouds.
I hear the rustling leaves.
I feel the breezes drifting by.
I am still.
I want to be empty.

In the silent peace
my weariness fades away.

This is my 'prayer'
my blissful hour
where I truly belong.

The cul-de-sac indeed taught me

much more than the wide-open thoroughfare

I'm infinitely grateful for the experience

that I acquired when I was there

Night is loathed to speak

secrets it has too many

it will share with none

Some say life has meaning

others say there's none

I hardly know anything

I will just do what gives me fun

At the last droplets of time

I would still try to smile

a passer-by, a sojourner

who has stayed for just a while.



At the last droplets of time

to me the past would whisper:

we met once before

after this, never again--never.



At the last droplets of time

beauty, love, joy, sorrow would bid me good-bye

but tears I would not shed nor my life regret

at the hour of sweet surrender It's a good time to die.



At the last droplets of time

from the distant hill a song shall drift to me

soft, gentle, rapturous, tender- my heart shall rest

peacefully and I'll readily embrace the great mystery.

O world, o world,
O world so sad*
yet I will partake
of your sorrow
wherever I am
wherever I go
on my very skin
and soul
you hold to
and grow-

when my life's over
I will come to know
life is an illusion
a mere shadow
presaging
a path I must follow
leading to the Grand Unknown
the end of every suffering
and sorrow-

the mystery
will then be lifted
light will show

I will be there-
I am sure