Goat On The Hill (Gafr Ar Y Bryn)

Picture: The Goat by Mikalojus Konstantinas Ciurlionis




Vistas of heaven

Right down on earth;

Its constant breath and

The veil that comes forth.

Goats are gods,

And gods are goats.

In the mantra of the birds,

True silence unfolds.


All voices drown.

You wear the crown

And it’s weightless:

All struggle is pointless.

Like an instant tale,

Of cobbles, ocean, and dale

Reverberating without an end,

With no beginning and no end.

Flickering raindrops

On the mirroring pond:

Life unfolds

With no beginning

And no end.



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