No Movement

A flame and no wick,
One gust of wind
And no trace left to be seen.

Living on light feet,
No imprints left,
Earth felt no weight.

A flame and no wick,
A mind of no importance.
The head not turning back,
The glance not tricked
By what’s to come.

Quiet eyes:
Pastures on a full moon night:
No movement on the inside
But all achieved outside.

Ganeshpuri, Jan. 22, 1988

Uwe Vamdev Franz


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