In the vast ocean of Time's surging waves, At rhythm-drenched crests that beauty saves, Millions of life-filled bubbles rise and gleam, Scattering to the horizon's embrace a clear, fine dream For just a moment; only a moment's play, A moment's color-song, a painted display.
Has it no meaning then? Just a mirage? Does the spark's flame find only void's passage? We must believe there is no meaning here, This trivial life has no place to endear In the infinite universe's song? Each atom there Is melody shaped by the Creator's care, Sublime and glorious, a blazing breath, The soul's flowering of wisdom, love, and death.
Life's treasure of practice, the soul's sweet surrender, Rises in infinity's jewel-chamber tender.