Before the water the winds
What if bamboo can welter away?
What if I make the biggest mistake?
What if it does not matter a bit?
Before the winds the water
Nothing but war but weather
Whether rain or shine nor bamboo and I will be
washed away – we won’t
but survive this landscape in me
Inc dripping to the other side
As blue as heaven as black as raven as green as it should be
As it is
Like this fault this vault this void
Before the ducks arrive to bite
And what will I eat? Will I?
What!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Spirit of overcome. People always learn from mistake. Avoid repeat mistake. Nobody will save you. Only you can save yourself others are medium of landscape in you.