山田維史の遊卵画廊

PILGRIM EGG

by Tadami Yamada


I

At the dawn, a white sailer glides on the terrace.
The dream receding fragments are trembling on
　　my voice.
Yearning for truth; something flutters in a draught;
All changes into the phantom in a flash, velocity of
　　light!


II

What'll I use it as a metaphor for, a summer day ?
Running after a blue butterfly, going astray,
Along by the hill where's heaped up shadows
　　throughout;
Just when the abstraction occupied my ideas
　　throughout.

O boy, You are the dimly darkness of the forest,
　　its smell.
O boy, You are the soft architecture concealing the
　　style.
O boy, You are the hope in the porcelain of the
　　sky.
O boy, You are the vein joining the earth to the
　　sky;

Start on the boundless journey, without looking
　　back,
Leading by the bridles of determination, ride on
　　horseback,
Don't flinch from the intricate way, rising own head,
And get free from the gravisphere of your heart.


　　　Get higher
　　　Get higher
　　　Get higher

　　　Fly !
　　　Fly !
　　　Fly !


III

Trifling desires became out focus in the mirror.
The killing history repeated itself, endless error.
In prison of dualism, the object transfigured
　　infinitely.
Man had lost sight of oneself on the way,
　　absolutely.

The ordinary loss of maternity causes child's
　　insanity.
Timid father studying domestic medicine in
　　confusedly,
Adomonishes child with straitjacket of falsehood,
And systematizes suffering of everyday
　　livelihood.

Cast the highest eye to the bottom in the stream
　　of water.
In the innermost of existence, fishe have the shape
　　of water.
Cut off invisible tangled meshes, and release baby
　　fishes.
They don't make mistake the way at their own
　　wishes.


IV

Am I the only life in isolation?
No! No! I am the extension!
Renew the map into the universal sizes.
Lo! through the space-time, the shining horse
　　passes.

Looking toward the glen of times, beckon to the
　　air.
The celestial vigor penetrate the great stratum of
　　45 billion years:
The deserted remembranse, the cut off personal
　　history, assimilate
The enormous empty space that is the fossil of
　　extinct nebula.

As if it peels a green grape in the hot mouth;
Turn the presentation out to seek the truth,
Recompose the context concerning all of
　　existence's;
Because the texture of the system is rough to
　　sense's.


V

Various horizons crystallize on my fingertips.
The space, nested in nest, propagete its trips.
The UROBOLOS lay one Egg.
Essentially all in the Egg.

I'm fastend to the sistem of all nature.
I do not wish to have any testifier.
My life is a musical instrument in the here.
My fingertips quietly touch with over there.

While that nobody know, in ultimate of matter
Where is not affected by shrewd in the manner,
The Egg conceives the Egg which conceives itself:
I am an egg shape, existence-no existence itself.


VI

Gods had left from the inner space of myth.
Brilliant simplicity, vibrating the form of truth.
The Egg passes every horizons, descends
　　vertically to there.
The UNIVERSE is free, and mature unborn in
　　everywhere.

The earth is beyond memory like the twilight in
　　purple,
Far away from distorting the truth of the eternal.
Viscous darkness crack in the eyes staring ;
All phenomenons are nothingness, good laughing

The laughing voices go up straight to the heaven:
We proudly are cosmic dust; The earth is like
　　remain,
Only 45 billions years!
What the plain truth it is!


VII

　　　Shinning horse is galloping
　　　Shinning horse is galloping
　　　With the boy on its back
　　　Without looking their back

　　　O! the heavens, O! the oceans
　　　Accept the ego with pleasure.
　　　It is the nonexistence but the existence.
　　　O! the heavens, O! the oceans

　　　An oak tree in the field.
　　　It rustles in the wind.
　　　・・・・・・・
　　　See the light!



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