154.PAGODA

Pagoda Grow up, grow up with a clenched hand To flourish, From the Enlightenment the gray, blossom, So that we don't get dazzled looking at us from bottom to top In the fantasies of ecstasies Grow on the silver sand of sobriety, From her come out the whitish basins, Then, Of you, Harmonies of all eyes. Dreaming of not looking at each other, closing the clip For the poster and dad Steep, ravine. The stones in you Shivering in the sun All lying around talking To the reef on the coral. Stuck in the The scales of the kundalini. The bells, The bells, The bells and You and I soma. Me and you in the Mahasratha Dreaming one night As always empty To the rhythm of the Gon, No window in the wall Stuck like crushed. Scales of the erupted up to the dome Of the sangha. Erecting dharma octahedron. tripitaka. from the pagoda, You have left the bodhisattha, To be the mask and the breastplate, To blind the sensitive, With the shine that you have abandoned from within. Me and you in the Mahasratha Dreaming one night As always empty To the rhythm of the Gon, No window in the wall Stuck like crushed. Scales of the erupted up to the dome Of the sangha. Erecting dharma octahedron. tripitaka. from the pagoda, You have left the bodhisattha, To be the mask and the breastplate, To blind the sensitive, With the shine that you have abandoned from within.