Зимородок

Soon he was fooled and led astray.

And we, his children, to this day

Remain a weak and bounded race.

Induction for the finite case

Is all we do, till in the end

Each one must meet the final N.

But there is yet a baser proof.

It’s branded by a fiery hoof.

Proof by negation seeks to alter

The very truth. And should you falter,

And in your pride or desperation

Seek to invoke the dark negation,

Repent! Or you should ever rue

Your “Let the opposite be true”.

Double Negative

It is like a sword that wounds, but cannot wound itself…

    Zenrinkushu translated by R.

Blyth

Nothing is certain.

Nothing can be guaranteed.

Not even nothing.

American Gothic

She dressed properly,

She spoke quietly,

She loved modestly,

She died peacefully.

Harmless, humble,

God's lamb…

Damn!

Supernova

Loss drives concealed love

To go supernova.

It blows its cover

With a flood of blinding light.

It bursts out,

Piercing space with rays of radiation.

It screams and screams,

Pressing hard against the walls of reality,

Pushing apart the boundaries

Of the universe.

Trees dreaming in winter

In deep winter the sleeping trees

Dream of branching out,

Spreading wider

Than the reach of their earthly life.

Their roots drink in the stillness that pools

Beneath all layers of the ground.

Their crowns bloom with constellations.

They hum and sing with winged beings

Who are tinier than the smallest insect,

Greater than the largest bird.

They drop their luminous fruit

Into the stream

That flows far beyond

The shores of the known world.

Soap bubble

God as a soap bubble:

Water, breath, form.

Sublime, radiant,

Evanescent, eternal,

Emerging again and again,

Beguiling the senses

With rainbow illusions,

Holding the light of existence

With perfect clarity.

Kingfisher

Indigo and russet dandy,

Fearless diver,

You plunge from a tree

Into a stream;

Burst from the water

Into the sky.

Hungry hunter,

You snatch living quicksilver

From the swift current.

In your sharp beak

Quivers my soul.

Глина

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Глина

Как луч, преображённый витражом,

Как воздух, в слово перекованный в гортани,

Душа желает влажной глиной стать,

Во всём покорной всемогущей длани.