LOTUSES OF THE EVIL 1

PUREPOND 1

a freehaiku
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by Aidar Ismagilov

bits of
fluff form
the tornado

fear,
oh Light,
to cry!

the fire has left
the bounds
of the flame

to become the venom
for the children
of the nectar!

just by yourself
drink the sap,
you Bee!

to cut off
not the petal
but its leap

in the bee
has gasped
the wind

the storm
recoiled from
the dandelion

radiant
dirt on the dark
purity

the drop of dew
revived
the rain

the fury
of dirt showed
the lotus

the snail
passed ahead of
the swallow

revenge
with wings
of the moth!

to clean
the dust
from the mirror

the butterfly
meditating upon
the web

to cast the Terror
by the very delicate
pollen!

naught of the flower
is
the flower

the leap
of the abyss into
the butterfly

untwined by itself
the nest
of the bird

the entrance
to the labyrinth
of wasps

the sudden bite
of the dead
wolf