The Over-Sky Sign

The thought measures the new sight’s secret
And the over-sky sign emerges
Realizing what its arm is
When with God it lives in solitude

To sense the peace of extinguished passion
Happiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge
Carelessness and delight, but with no delight
Against both moving and dying

THE SUPREME SIGN

The Sign and Emptiness

If emptiness is empty
How can something be borne or awaken from it

If there is something beyond
Where does it sleep, through what does it move

If emptiness is endless
Then everything rests in emptiness

If the Sign awakens
Then from emptiness it looks at emptiness

A Beam and a Sign

A ray of light is a smile of emptiness
How lonely she is without it

Smiling emptiness—
An awakening sign

A sign waits for emptiness
And quietly lurks while waiting

The Light-Bearer Sign

The Ray-Sign angers the darkness
She was content, indeed calm before the Sign,
In absolute peace

The Ray is the first destroyer—
A Devil to the darkness

The Light-Bearer brings chaos
Into her blessed peace

The Sign Conquers the Darkness

The Supreme Sign gazes into darkness
From darkness

Invisible
He is not the light-ray

Darkness is angry
He is her closest keen

Darkness yields in the end
Giving in to the Supreme Sign

From the game, the world was born
Darkness is the mother,
The father is the Sign

Sign and Darkness

When he gets outside himself
He becomes a beam of light
Moving into darkness

His love is equal
To the immeasurable depth of darkness

Hi is the lover of darkness
A free beam in the bed of night

Supreme Sign Sight

Sign is a light
And a gravity force

Dispersed
He never betrayed himself

He arrives
Where a ray cannot even peek

THE SIGN AND NOTHING

While the Sign Sleeps

While the Sign sleeps
He and nothingness are the same
Nothing upon nothing

When he wakes
Nothing is not nothing any longer
He becomes all

Nothing is part of everything
Without nothing, everything would be nothing
From everything, nothing looks to nothing

From nothing comes everything

Nothing and the Sign

Nothing and the Sign are the closest kin
By love transformed to One

When the Sign dissolves
Everything is not nothing then
Multitude lies between

Nothing and the Sign seek each other again
The lip of a shining body seeks a lip of darkness—
The eroticism of the light

Darkness never betrayed the light
She just carefully waits

Sign and Speed

And when Sign divides itself
He stays the same

Shining and disseminating self
By himself into himself he falls

When he lights and shines
Everything starts flowing

When everything hurries everywhere
Nothing goes anywhere

Endless Sign

Sign never stepped on the ground
He always hovered

Always here from the beginning
Although sometimes he hides

Starts out on a road to travel
From himself to himself

Wardens of Peace

It’s not easy to be a Sign
It’s easier to be nothing

But being nothing is a wasteland
He was nothing before (and he knows)

When he is most powerful
Nothing does he become

But when he desires less power
He divides his power among his children

A Lover-Sign

Blue of sky
Makes depth for flying

Flight is the measurement of the world
Depth is nothing

He shines through night—watching
Never sleeps

Night would be too lonely
If there were no Sign to wake her

Zero and Sign

Is zero outside
Or inside?

To come to nothing through something
Is the way to outside from both sides

Sign is one sky
In the Sign—another sky

In this free space
We find zero

It is a new beginning
Movement in another direction

Moving farther is only multiplying direction
Zero is a breakthrough
The clear passage.

The Entertainment of Emptiness

Every Sign is a sum of many Signs
Not even one is completely alone

Emptiness does not count signs
It loses memory in a trance of emptiness

A source of pleasure
Invigorated, passionate Signs

Endless emptiness
Easily accepts them all