A dip into the Ganges
to see things anew in a long river running.
It has to return
in the early morning sunlight, now gone.
The one who sees
count the time of absence all winter long.
Go down the step well
only to touch a few footsteps, life's little.
It's past -- pray before the soul
everything once more with darkness inside.
Search for a place
no days, no nights, silent wind with no leaves to blow.
say it now, erase and rewrite under moonless sky.