Xcvi
Hearing you calling me dearly I looked all around
Straining hard to spot you with my weak old eyes
My vain strife to trace you out from the crowd turns
To me a musing pain and to thee a pleasing game
Xcvii
With my palms shading my eyes I look for you keenly
Beyond the horizon, behind the clouds, among the galaxies
My waning senses could never perceive the least
That you were hiding behind my thin dark shadow
Xcviii
On the wings of the wind you came to me unseen by any
With gifts, pure and precious, in your wallet inexhaustible
While I stood confused to select my entitlement you left
Emptying the whole for me making me further confused
Xcix
You are at neither end of the endless time
But midway between the past and the future,
In the arena of life which men call the present
Where they keep warring relentlessly for the future
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Man alone, out of your creations, is ridiculously avaricious
To saddle the transient stallion passing through the present
On it’s way galloping swiftly from the past to the future
But finally all his vicious manipulations you turn to utter futility
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