Like a rain you washed over my tenderness
To water my consciousness
Now I'm drowning

Like a fire you hugged my fragile lonely soul
And gave her wings to fly
Now I'm burning

Like a morning star you showed me coming
To life of the first of many days
Now I'm dying

Like a deepest of abysses you pointed me
To where love was coming
Now you're leaving...

because I’ve lost you
I have lost hope
I’m moving on
leaving you in lit rooms
full of cigarette smoke
for you have not loved
taking me as fleeting chance

I have lost hope
that flowers will ever bloom
that road will never end

Dizzy from cheap wine
and conversation full of empty words
with silent spaces so long
eternity started growing
on their edges
I had to leave
and slam the door
so the pain could echo
though its angry impact

(I have to find
I have to find
myself without you)

and everything you’ll ever be
isn't going to be part of me

I sat on the street away from
lamp lights
It was already too late for sleeping
always too late to change the past

Came home early morning
couldn’t find you anywhere

the silence has overgrown
the misery that you were gone

We are of this world
Though our imagination feeds beliefs
That we are of purpose
We have something more
But it's all only words of silken lies
Each day one is born and another dies
We're trapped in circle resembling flies
As world pities our inability
To give each other happiness and smiles
Or even to understand our pains and cries

I cannot think
Nor can I sleep
I dived into you
Much too deep

You won't promise
What you can't keep
Leaving my love
Wandering the street

It's hopeless to hope
To make a leap
The path to you
Is just so steep

It curls and falls
It's long and wide
I frantically walk along
With both hands tied

In the end it's you
Or this desperately looking world
It's unclear by whom
I'll remain timidly(lonely) curled

The things that are about to be
and those that never happen...
Nothing vanishes for
nothing appears
Laugh until you can
(because there is no laughter)
In the middle of the lake
there is no lake at all
no world
memory or
thought

(Me is whole in this place
though in this place there is no me
there is no such place in me)

Master meditates at a crack of dawn
while leaves fall from careless trees
Winter is on its way sliding through
images of reflective time

When student comes he knows better
than to wake up his master’s thoughts
He would like to ask:
“Master! What is Zen? What it means to be alive?”

Instead, watching the horizon painting
the blue waves green
He sits next to his master
and starts contemplating with him