赫拉克利特

 

Perhaps all the fireflies are one
which wants to scatter
into many shinny lives to make
the stars see
themselves on earth, as they once lived

Are you the stars or the fireflies
Are you coordinating
the heaven
or signaling existence
in the ever fleeting summer night

the silence of summer night
the silence of darkness pregnant with light

the silence of the hearth
the silence of resurrecting from death

the silence of death growing in
and merging with life
like lovers lost in their unity

You see, time flows in and out of itself
You are a mirror
in front of which everything
turns into a river
into which one cannot step twice

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