Gymnosophia XXXII - Same Campfire

Same campfire,
different night,
all will be revealed
by this fire's light.

We'll talk through the night,
and into the morning,
but only some
will heed the warning.

On the dharma-field
you will know yourself,
and in that light,
the rest will fade.

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.