retrograde motion

Terra, always
falling into chaos;
that eternal flame
casting its black light
on all those chthonic monsters
that lie in the human heart.

Here, in quiet absorption
my twisted smile has been made calm
and my love radiates toward all beings.

Voice reaching out to the infinite cosmos,
body growing roots and nourishing empty myriads —
I have vowed, before the empty aeon, to love this world.