第五十二章
YOUR SCENT
Your scent pervades all of space
Your scent fills up the corporeal body of time
Leaves tooth-marks on seaside cliffs
Plants lightning bolts on desert peaks
At times like these, truly
I know not who you could be
Yet I distinctly feel
A soul rapidly plunging
Down to the zone of blue color
Sometimes I find it to be ascending
Like the pupils of a blind man
Golden light bound for an unknown harbor
Your scent is of wormwood
Growing on the land
It is in nuanced hues of common plants
It has no physical form
It has no sound
Each time it reaches me
Desire is reborn—it revives suddenly
A silent tree utters sounds of longing
At this moment, one can see
Shapes of distant mountains are heaving
That is the eternal rise and fall of waves
That is the ocean moaning and burning
That is a summons without language
That is the most primitive diapason
That is the free arc of a whale
That is an outcry made by shells on the ocean floor
I know, this is eternal flight and descent
Like scintillant darts
Like flames
Like unstoppable blood
Only on the beach that dissolves fear and death
Can the forgotten self be found in an instant
I do not know whose scent this may be
Or why its coming is not given a name
I seem to have sensed this scent in the past
It was the storm and memory of wildness
A string of turquoise stones in darkness
Seeds in the springtime
Musk in wilderness
A rose from a deeper place in the earth
In any mother’s belly that can incubate life
You can always feel
Moistness and smoothness of water
Whose scent is this?
It envelops me, covers me
Before I truly awaken
I know not who it could be