Disregarding dreams,
Transparency is working
Even when we're thick.

This is like sunlight
Filtering through a lead room
As if it were glass.

Then only the lead
Believes in its heaviness
While the worlds rejoice.

It lives the perfect
Principle of nothingness
In which it rests,

Creating its dreams
Of lead in a river of
Shining emptiness

No wonder the sun
Shines anyway. The grass is green.
It has always been

Transparently the
Same. That day we are awake
To our beginning.