I like desires like childrenand their playsthat tease me now and then intoknowing life.

I would see one man fallen off me shambling down the street.

On this clove of earth, there's no time to go to school, quitting crushing stones into grits; there is no enthusiasm to think, laying the hunger down; there's no patience to speak mellifluously, giving up slogans and processions; there's no need to wear a single thing, taking politics out; there's no time to live, stopping schlepping life along.

I am gazing-- desires unaware of destiny frisk about my mindscape like children.

Water surging bestowing life on us entered the city and left by tearing gardens of life, even one who looked like human in meetings outside, sold a no-man inside the city and dissolved into that act.

Every moment age is creeping up stealthily, but life, life is melting down like a candle that is flickering around.

At such moments felt my mind wake up with the temptation of life gathering courage for flowering beauty even in the desert of living.

May my pains remain with me, I won't utter, I express it not.

Let my pains remain with me.