It is my Dharma.
Truth never dies. Ashes also write
like coals. Would you like a circle?
Flower moons have
rivalry. Pythagoras is still
calculating. Grass weeps in wind.
Horrible ideas. Marked
a slaughter house. Not everyone dies.
I will survive in the burning home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem