Gymnosophia XXXI - I Can Imagine Myself

I can imagine myself
by campfire light
speaking a warning
on a danger-filled night.

Who would listen,
then or now?
Our comfort's become
a sacred cow.

But some day,
or maybe night,
you and I
will have to fight.

Whether in the soul
or on the Kuru-field,
mighty weapons
we must wield.

gesvase udohiyuhi / ꭸꮢꭰꮞ ꭴꮩꭿᏻꭿ (anetlvtanvhi gvdodi) +en, ptl, es, fr, eo

gesvase udohiyuhi digoweli dikanohelvsgi, iyuno yeliquase gesvi anetlvdita?

ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᏙᎯᏳᎯ ᏗᎪᏪᎵ ᏗᎧᏃᎮᎸᏍᎩ, ᎢᏳᏃ ᏰᎵᏆᏎ ᎨᏒᎢ ᎠᏁᏢᏗᏔ?


[English]

Is it really poetry, if it can be translated?


[portunhol surenho]

É realmente poesia, se pode ser traduzida?


[español]

¿Es realmente poesía, si se puede traducir?


[français]

Est-ce vraiment de la poésie, si peut être traduit?


[esperanto]

Ĉu vere estas poezio, se ĝi povas esti tradukita?

Tiferes and Toofers Look the Same in Your Danged Speed-writing

Tiferes and toofers look the same
in your danged speed-writing.

What is this thing
we call a "mind,"
and do we ever
just leave it behind?
Perhaps I'm bereft
of what's called sense,
nothing is left,
but I'm still a mensch.
Casting about,
I peruse the sky,
the train has pulled out,
and so have I.

Gymnosophia XXX - If I Could

If I could turn
my skin
very dark,
and carry
a blowgun,
then you would see
an earlier me,
from the very
distant past.

Or a man in a skullcap,
working with plants--
another me.

I have been a doctor,
and it will often
show,
since I know
those things.

I remember the time
before conception,
and who is to say
that I do not?

I am an old man,
and all I have to offer
is my truth.

Gymnosophia XXIX - I Was a Communard

I was a communard
in the Haight
in 1967,
an astrologer in '68
and '69, a photographer
for many years,
student
of many paths,
talking in tongues,
holding a job
for the freedom
it gave me.
I have visited
my peers,
through the years,
in Bisbee,
Christiania,
Barcelona,
and Ibiza.
Yes, we still
exist.
Yes, we still
exist,
and now
that I am
a naked writer,
weaned from society,
it is time
for all of us
to share.

Gymnosophia XXVIII - We Are Light (+ptl, es, fr)

We are light,
shadow, and
form.
But we are more,
and it is that
"more"
that matters.

[portunhol surenho]

Somos luz,
sombra y
forma.
Mas nós somos mais,
y é isso
"mais"
o que importa.


[español]

Somos luz,
sombra, y
forma.
Pero somos más,
y es ese
"más"
lo que importa.


[français]

Nous sommes lumière,
ombre, et
forme.
Mais nous sommes plus,
et c'est ce
"plus"
ce qui compte.

Gymnosophia XXVII (ptl, es, fr)

[portunhol surenho]

O que é uma hora,
ou um ano?
Seus límites,
construídos em astronômicos
eventos, non
correspondem
para qualquer coisa que seja
real, exceto
por casualidade.
Nossa atención
deve ir
para dentro
para o auto-nascido
som.

[español]

Qué es una hora,
o un año?
Sus límites,
construidos en astronómicos
eventos, no
corresponden
a cualquier cosa que sea
real, excepto
por casualidad.
Nuestra atención
debería ir
hacia interior,
al auto-nacido
sonido.


[français]

Qu'est-ce qu'une heure?
ou une année?
Leurs limites,
construites sur astronomiques
événements, ne
correspondent pas
à tout ce qui est
réel, sauf
par chance.
Notre attention
devrait aller
vers l'intérieur,
à l'auto-né
son.