As living is the thin red thread between timelessness and eternity,
Love too is a strand, a glittering filament that joins soul to soul.
Dangling above the abyss, with no attachment and no end
It is blown on a fragrant wind.
And so in an instant it all goes on,
Endless and with only the form of what it comes to know,
And that knowing is the greatest when it knows another.
