How do I hide the subtleties
of what I feel while living?
What worthless feelings
I can't lie anymore.

Irresolute in my disdains
I forge the habit of seeing
And delve into the oscillations
of the parts of my being.
Lives go and lives come
in incessant flashes,
Everything returns always to the everything,
origin is the Omega.

Eyes that look without seeing
and minds that do not interpret,
everything returns always to the everything,
origin in the Omega.

The light is the cause
and the effect is to transcend.