You are everything: the purity and sanctity,
the illusion and surreality or super-reality,
a closed garden and an open oasis,
floating prayers above the desert of everyday
coming down like clouds of the night,
a healing voice around these ruins of mine.
You are every spring after the winters
and everything is the same but different
and time itself is an icon of eternity.
In a corner of reality there is a place for us
who dare not wake up since it's so good:
every dream that gently comes after the day.
Teisuka
