The Last Translation

All the things I saw as my past

That was the future 

Looking back at past

Suddenly I was looking at the past at my front 

and not at the back

Because the recognition is first

And then there are events

The recognition is before the events

But maybe the recognizer is veiled 

The recognition is naive and gullible 

Through the maze of the meanings 

I cut through 

To the last translation 

To the last contradiction

I stand now at the recognition 

And I fall in conflict   

There is the raining silence 

And uprooting chaos 

I put my guard down 

And there is reverence 

The dance of creation 

The silent explosion 

The ever imploding expression

The intellect surrenders 

To the mercy of the master