[創作] Wormhouse

[pcchuckwu (holy)]

Sunrise and sunset,
By a pinch of channeled spark,
Shadows of passing spirits,
Unstoppable zeal
With some pause for care and comfort.
A land of milk and honey,
What a simple world
That has been dreamed by many.

Let me explain:
Never can this apartment
Hang from wind-rocking twigs,
The miracle fruit from a withered tree,
Packed and sealed for the privileged to see.
What is it like?
While the sun shines through the day,
Nibbling on chips with crispy gleams.
But not to worry, at least,
A plenty to be
Satisfactory,
May I might hold an auction
For those wishing aplenty?
I need not commercialize a land of purity,
Sacred ground indeed, where
Friendly glances can be as caring
For us, as many.

It's a bit short
For me to claim its wrongs,
That the same essence from sun and soil
Be replicated
And enjoyed, though benevolence
Needs not my worship and praise.
Never had I heard any
That was hung on a wind-rocking tree
Not to recall that a spear was hidden
And nowhere can it be seen.
But only by this
Can I roam free without worry
In this private garden of the privileged,
As long as I play my part,
Generosity,
Whatever it demands,
Is never to me a hard goal to meet.

Nevertheless,
Life goes on
As ever and ever.
I sip my share of the string of lifeblood,
On it
Tiny glimpse with marks and number,
And not to forget a glass of spring,
Not for rent, but permanent living,
To breathe is but, simply, monthly salary
While I serve its name
For goods beyond my world to dream.





(贈朋友生日詩一首)

2007/10/21

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Let not a drop of desire

     Disturb the heart in ripples
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