The Sign and Its Children

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