poem

Bodhi

There was a special moment,

All doors were open.

No leaves, no branches,
The garden of annihilation had appeared

Birds of places were silent
This silent, that silent
The silence itself was utterance

What was that area
Seems a ewe and a wolf
Standing side by side
The shape of the sound, pale
The voice of the shape, weak
Was the curtain folded

I was gone, he was gone
We had lost us
The beauty was alone
Every river had become a sea
Every being had become a Buddha

آني بود درها وا شده بود

برگي نه، شاخي نه، باغ فنا شده بود

مرغان مكان خاموش، اين خاموش، آن خاموش ، خاموشي گويا شده بود

آن پهنه چه بود؟ با ميشي، گرگي همپا شده بود

نقش صدا كمرنگ، نقش ندا كمرنگ، پرده مگر تا شده بود؟

زيبايي تنها شده بود

هر رودي، دريا

هر بودي، بودا شده بود...

 

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