Delayed, till the rest of my life –
My goodness cannot wait
To be spent on the bliss
Of the slow pace of a simple life
Who knows this but
A surrendered face, trusting
The Universe with all that matters
In this imperial route of non-attachment
Like a Buddhist I will strive
To give without asking in return
I have no native town, no home-people
I am but a soul in a form on Earth
A Wonderful rotation of artistic seasons
My “last poems” ended where the silver perished
On my tongue that spoke less and less
The flute of an Autumn morning
It’s all I have to bring today
Delayed, till the rest of my life –
My heart beside the field of all hearts
I throw myself into the river
The river that forgets everything.
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Wuji Seshat 