Time, time

why does it vanish?

All manner of things

what infinite variety.

Three thousand rivers

all from one source.

Time, space

mind, matter, reciprocal.

Time, time

it never returns.

Space, space

how much can it hold?

In constant motion

always in flux.

Black holes lurking

mysteries afoot.

Space and time

one without bounds.

Infinite, infinite

the secrets of the universe.

Inexhaustible, lovely

in every detail.

Measure time, measure space

no one can do it.

Watched through a straw

what's to be learned has no end.


Yau Shing-tung
BEIJING, 2002