FORCED WILL CHOSEN

Acknowledging my honour and sweetest high-lineage,

I stop smoothing over my well-deserved nuisance:

 

Scoffing at the revolting; useless to this world,

remaining in solved questions and hardened riddles.

 

Agreeing with truisms and people’s will,

when that fully and gratuitously has been attended.

 

Stabbing dead meaningless opinions!

Axing down bumptious pretences!

Leaving sense against wicked deeds!

 

Gather thoughtful goods:

Know that Truth, Honour and the Rights of Might,

don’t serve our foes as weaponry

as all here now is owned by Viet.

 

Reasons for an honourable Life is Life’s claim

 

Remember that rich owns the Light:

Caring for Life’s Goodness;

path to insight and dearest life value.

 

Truth is our sufficient property.

 

WINDSIDES

Living merely in my autumn leaves, watercourses and clouds,

like a kissed harvest pulled by longings silenced promises

and as unwillingly begged, hard nightflowered and teared

 

The forest sun-striated (Dreamed in Life’s Windsnare)

meanwhile the raining leaned in slowly, hesitent steps

 

(Watching melting, hectically dripping under springsun’s might)

 

In stonelee will soon the violets be placed harrowed here again

and then fade, shyly slouch, under the night-time’s journey

 

(Enough about that.)

 

Stepping up a daily route and got beautiful together with dawning

and when later the rain carefully fell asleep weary beside the evening

down under raking forest tree tops underneath the greyspeckled skies

was springs-ground seen turning home to barrenly (and slowly) drink thaw

 

Gazing miles wide around over the halfway snow stained mounds

where furrowed fields stood silent as frozen, stopped sea waves,

while the Winds hit, took headway from all four sides, then suddenly!:

At precisely the right time beams from the Sun broke in over the district

 

The springtender light lit carefully (Warmed the last years grass)

and little shadows flickered themselves quickly over creek and river

 

I have eye-caressed the pinebedded grounds fairest days

before nocturnal fog arose around tender forestshadows

 

Beneath rainpines’ dripping greeted my sight modest flowering,

together with the rain teared down with most broken branches

 

Indulgent crop on sweet forest ploughed strips, stay here.

WINDSIDES

WINDSIDES