Silent Goddess
Her thunderous power
moves the Earth
Her body, adorned in green,
drinks the air
Even the sun, high above,
cannot escape her
The clouds themselves
bow reverently to her
Feeding all of humanity
with the grandest costume
Pacifying the wretched
with her humble perfume
In drinking the marvelous Sea
she at last perishes
The proud Lily,
having lost nothing,
Simply vanishes
Dancing Things
Watch them go!
Those tiny birds
Chasing each other
Between branches
Thoughts upon thoughts
Show their feathers,
Drawing me in
Who’s going to end up
On top?
Catch the worm?
It’s really…
Thunder!
And gone
Who Will Ever Know?
Tonight I gasp at fog-shrouded stars
The moon sits high above the mountains
Raindeer tread beyond the valleys
The wood mouse hides in his alley
I myself don’t know what to say
Something unspeakable to my dismay
Maybe, maybe, I’ll be able to explain
Someday, someday, find a way
I do not move these legs,
Beaten and dirty
They move of themselves
No human controls this breath
Something breathes me,
Beyond life and death
What about right or wrong, now or then?
Like clouds in the vast sky,
They bubble up and disappear again
Perhaps, perhaps, if caught unaware
I’ll dare to sing, of what is plainly there
The hawk swoops over the distant tree
The mosquoitoe buzzes around me
The bear shies away in his solitary den
Yet this distance is not the distance of Men:
Comings and goings are on my lap
Screeching and rattling in my yard
Movement and stillness my own sap
One body where none is barred
The winds blow and I’m none too wise
The grass grows and puts up a disguise
Perched beneath a tree I don’t see who
Who is to explain what?
Me?
You?
Just This
Always,
always here
This,
this!
Burdens
A thousand miles ahead
What do I carry with me?
The river in my pocket
And forests on my back
Ancient mountains are
Light on my shoulders
A dark sky as heavy as lead
Dreaming of the wolves I awake
Thunder illuminating my bed
The endless weeds I’ve dragged,
Even the beautiful flowers—
Finally I’ve tossed them to the waterfall
Stripped naked,
Thrown away the wisdom of Men
Washed away all I’ve had,
So I may begin again
In Plain Sight
They were here,
from the beginning—
Your eyes!
The Same All Over
The forest heaves beneath the fog
Somewhere below I left my troubles
Washed them down foaming mountain streams
Gave them to the crow to be flown away
Put them to rest in my wind-worn dreams
Weaved them between sun-and-cloud-seams
Oh—how foolish it is to dream!
To put it all in a box and make it seem!
A new rhythm, of flowers and foliage, emerges
Sinister rain and thunder, sun and stone, submerges
The serenity I once experienced
Patterns as jagged as anything humanity has accomplished
Billow out from the abode now demolished
Aching bones are crowned the new tiredness
Hunger is dressed in the attire of dissatisfaction
A glade of berries, and bountiful food, the excess of gluttony
Disagreements with companions the new war
The to-and-fro of weather the new Tyrant
Dark peaks the Apocalyptic Giant
With rapids my daily hurdle,
I pass through the glimmering girdle
Shamelessly dividing Mother Nature
Into an artificial or true pasture.
Carving teeming homes with the Tool,
Or shaping valleys by Natural Rule
All distinctions seem awfully lame
In the home of Different and Same
Fading echo
Piercing wind and endless rain:
How soon they turn to ash,
As I melt by the bonfire
0
The Lord of All
Is nowhere to be found
A dark face
Neither in heaven
Nor below ground
Whispering always
In untold voices
Here they are:
The infinite choices!
This too
This too shall pass,
Until it came again
Nothing ever lasts,
Doing what I did then
All things come to an end,
Yet appear once more
Nothing is as before,
Standing on the same shore
People never change,
Then differ completely,
Family is forever, they
Slip away discreetely
Death is permanent!
Said after being born
Love is undying, I exclaim,
When I know I mourn
Like wisps of smoke,
They all disappear
Words spilled needlessly,
Yet still they’re here
Pathless
Where to,
In a infinite desert?
Walk on
Forward!
Drivande moln 