Misconceptions of dimness a week ago
a heavenly body adorned the sky
shouting smoke like a hanging thurible
misspelling incandescent calligraphy
whose message awakened blind eyes.
Those that could not comprehend it
it screamed:
Do not plow under the grains of life
whose acreage blooms before your eyes
and appears as Heartsease
Spread out a veil of hope and catch the rain
Seek not the drought just catch the rain
Immerse yourself in meteoric light fully cleansed
And say a prayer of your ancestor’s names
A binding chain of ancestral names that bind you
Forever will protect you from evil in the night
And at mornings first glimmer a light will shine
The morning sun will cleanse thy name
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem