Chestnut

The May slowly turns to June In the forest nightingale sings his delightful tune The sun shows its visage this afternoon The summer breeze is very gentle but spiritually it is a typhoon On the trees flowers white, purple and red Show their majesty right above your head Their story is of souls long dead But when you hear it do not be sad Behind old building chestnut tree Has bark on which is written destiny Maybe through its deep like a black hole hollow you will see What lies beyond destiny? But at the base lay those words no matter if hollow is the deepest hole Not even beyond abstract those words fall So even at sad time like winter or fall The information of chestnut will extol the magnificence and boundlessness of the soul Above all this is Great Eye Duality of finality and infinity of unknown will never die But far beyond this duality can see Great Eye And there somewhere ultimate truth will lie