nothing for today

Sometimes less means nothing.

when branch becomes a root

you've been my branch, and now you are my root,
you taught me kindnes, by deed and word,
your knife was not a menace to a lambs's throat,
and only left its marks on wax of bees and wood
you've been my branch and now you are my root...


There'll be a time to call the ancestors myself,
Too tired, not able anymore to taste the joy of life
And then the branch I am right now, still bathing in the light,
Will long for earth in order to become a root.

you, broke

you broke into my house and tarnished all my things,
took little money, grabbed silver  and my golder rings;
your paws in gloves so thick, unused to bring toghether
the thumb, the middle and the wise forefinger,
displaced, alike, dark lexicon or file
and  left a scent, your fear, in my house to linger.

Moon

Who can feel the other side-and the moon is round-
It takes ear, it takes eye, hidden ear, hidden eye
Casting shadows light, make the spheres sound...
-Sometimes moon is gone, somewhere else to shine.

hunting

the hunter stretched his bow-a smile across his  cheek,
-the object of desire was walking down the wave-
to rob her of her  freedom and make this creature  meek,
the archer was prepared keen arrows to release,
not knowing that such prey would turn him 'to a slave.

Autumn Spring

Sometimes in Autumn may be Spring,
In spite of fear, pain, and cold,
The Roses, Honeysuckle and the Morning Glory
Most crazy inflorescences dare to unfold-
Each hour of the day a whisper is-memento mori...

Saint-Beast

It used to be a Saint who killed the Beast,
When Good and Evil were clear to be seen;
Now times have come to wonder
What Principles may mean,
When Plus and Minus on each other feast.