The symbol of your speed

The very law of the beginning In light a speaking meaning Which breaks in slowing down Splitting up in white light. And in the freedom of friction Being born as material one Became solid in time In well-known elements. The colours of your white light The meaning of your growing old Showing the colours of space and time The superior of the white light. But the fall in it starts, Little speed slows down And builds in great colours In constructed hugh tests. Laws time and spaces Achieved new laws Then breaking down and bursting out Destroying the white light behind. Such speeds are about to form That swallow up the white light Not knowing time and space The law-making and being. And that black light's speed Is not measured in any space Because the speed is in the being In one time and one space. It exists and decides in the depth Coming out in new explosion In new productive time Renewing itself in space. For this, measuring the speed Is in itself, that is space Which is not solid and not sound But the memories of a fairy tale. Though in solid and black light In the space of the reality In our time hundreds and thousands With no moments and no symbols. But the field of the universe The knowing of the universe According to the laws of knowledge From the white light knowing. Our country coming home from past Coming in the ancient fairy tales Knowing the measure of wisdom Recognizing it in the life. Duma-István András verse, fordíttatta Méhes Ágnes.