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