I've fallen in love with eternity,
Though I don't remember exactly when
It happened many years ago to me,
Like a flower blossoming in a glen.
Eternity's presence is pure beauty
But its beauty is difficult to see;
Like a sunrise that remains neglected
Due to constant busyness and unease.
I can see it when I have rejected
Seductions from the world of constant change;
Saints and Sages have always suspected
It lies beyond this sorrowful world's range.
On the field of silence, there I have found
A stillness dancing on luminous ground.