The Last Button

The Last Button

What would have

The sunken parts of the island

Told the remaining land

Before drowning in the deep sea?

Wedded to the deepness

Will it gain a self-realisation?

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Immerse and dissolve in water?

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Get lost itself in a pursuit of advaita

And land again?

Here in this shirt

It seems

A time has come for

This only remaining button

-The last button-

To drop down for ever.

I don’t know what the other buttons

Have told this shirt

Before they left. . .

After fondling the cheek

Of the last button

What did the Time

wish to tell the button-hole:

Declaration of freedom?

Puzzle of utter confusion?

If it is possible for me

To loose my shirt and attain nirvana

How is it to confirm

Nirvana?
With its capacity

The button has set free the moments

With their capacity the moments

Have set me free. . .

Unknowingly

Without informing the shirt

The last button has fallen down. .

In the lips of Buddha

Immersed in deep meditation

There flashed a smile. . .

Oh!

Is it the last button of my shirt?