By Phan Tan Hai
He brought the monk back to Van Gia village,
where waterfalls chilled the flow of verse.
Opening his eyes, he gazed through the realm of death—
the midnight forest heavy beneath a dim moon.
What was the monk waiting for, that his hair turned white,
as the final watch drifted across the misty world?
He translated three thousand sutras and treatises,
then lifted his head toward the nation—tears falling.
Maxairi einai oi nyxtes mou, jyrafi einai oi meres
Xwris esy na eisai edw
Jypnw, koimamai askopa kai askopa anapnew
Ma perimenw na se dw
Koitw ta kymata, ton hlio, akomh kai t' astra
Kai lew mesa mou vathia
O idios o Theos te eplase, ma auta den exoun sxesh
me thn dikh sou omorfia
Me tis skepseis mou, se kapoio ourano, se proskalw
Gia na ertheis na ta poume
H an thes, sta oneira mas na vrethoume, to idio
feggari san koitoume
Pws na jexasw? Pws mporw, tis nyxtes you Augoustou?
Aggelos hsoun, petajes
Psyxh sou edina, ma mesa ap' thn kardia mou
Mia agkalia mou etajes
Maxairi einai oi meres mou, jyrafi einai oi nyxtes
Diaole, meine mesa mou
O kyriarxos stis skepseis mou, stous ponous, stis xares mou
Kardia sou - prigipessa mou
Xrysh anamnhsh to gelio sou, to mysthrio vlemma, to arwma sou
Makari na to jerame
Tha zousame kalytera xwris na idwthoume
Ma den tha ypoferame
Edw monaxa apomeina me filo to feggari
Na mou thymizei thn omorfia ap' ta matia sou
Jerw, esy to kalopianeis me ta xadia sou
Den to vlepeis? Mia allh lampsh apopse exei parei
Ntrepetai, fainetai, pou tou milas gia t' orama sou
Tou lew to mystiko kai se koita prin koimhtheis
Etsi, an kapoia mera se fwnajei, mhn parajeneuteis
Toses fores pou to 'xw pei, tha jerei t'
onoma sou
2025.03.06
Dear God,
I humbly kneeled in front of you.
Please blessed and protected me.
I have lived many years,
Why did I develope this feelings?
To someone who had heart of coals.
I wished I could resolve and remove,
All the emotional pain,
And stick to my single life's plan.
Tomorrow will be another day again,
From sun rises to sun sets.
All I want is to remember how to forget,
That would be the best solution.
Time will pass and heal all wounds.
But how soon, indeed how soon.
There was a saying in one of my language,
To an old husband, young wife was liked heaven.
To an old wife, young husband meant payments.
Amen.
Troi cao co thau,
Cuoi xin nguoi ban phuoc cho doi con.
Qua bao tuoi doi.
Moi gap duoc nguoi minh men yeu.
Thuong nho yeu chieu.
Nho nhung doan truong xot da,
Uoc gi co the to ra,
Dem long nho thuong nguoi dan nuoc la,
Roi thoi gian cung se troi qua
Moi tinh lan dan suot cuot doi ta.
Trot yeu nguoi khong yeu minh
Chi la gay dan cuoc tinh gian do.
Yeu chi cho kho doi ta.
Co le minh pham kiep dao hoa.
Co ngay no se troi qua
De duoc song mot minh thoi tha.
Chong gia vo tre la tien
Chong tre vo gia la tien bo ra
Trees slowly dance in the warm gentle wind.
Sighing, the breath of the sun bids goodnight again.
Promises of change echo in nature's heraldic beauty.
Gia calms the restless life to rest as it sleeps comfortably.
Longing shadows of the night stir an ancient whispering song.
Night’s life awakens with a magical call knowing it belongs.
Dead life is slowly claimed to fertilize this magnificent earth.
Giving New life nutrients as it draws from this enriched dirt.
Nocturnal animals arise and fly into the cool night.
Fireflies fly with a mesmerizing dance of beautiful light.
Slowly the Red moon rises over the rippling lake.
Bringing forth the reflection of blood in its wake.
Soon it rises high into the night of twinkling stars.
It radiated pure white light to be seen from afar.
Time passes and the life of the night starts to sleep
Sun greets Mother Earth embracing her for his to keep.
Big Bottom Gal
Fannie
Annie
Senior Citizen
Oldie
Goldie
The Cleverer One
Sharper
Harper
Loves to Wear Negligees
Lacey
Gracie
Weird-sounding Girl
Nasal
Hazel
Miss Orderly
Tidy
Heidi
Routine Girl
Daily
Hailey
One to Emulate
Be a
Gia
Another One to Emulate
Be a
Mia
So Cute
Bonnie
Lonnie
The Wild One
Crazy
Maisie
Out of Her Weight Class
Puny
Junie
Extra Small
Skinny
Minnie
Dance in the garden
Sing in the rain
Walk with no shoes on
Release all your pain
Voices in wind
Bed from the earth
Nourish from water
Fire gives birth
Elemental purity
The quartet of love
Gia gives willingly
From below and above
Once i read a verse..
In the Holy Bible..
Even if its been modified..
As humas pleased..
But the truth of a verse i read...
Its giving me strength...
Grateful to be having faith...
In the universe.. Mother Gia..
And my family in spirit..
Beacue the bible verse said..
Trust NO one who have breath..
In there nose stills..
As they betray..
Breathing the next breath..
How true was that verse.. For me today..
Yet i am greatful..
That I only have trust and faith..
In the unseen powers of..
Unconditional love to me..
By the universe.. Mother Gia..
And my family in spirit..
I know i will never be Betrayed..
Never will be lead a stay..
Beacue they breath the light..
The light i too hold..
To this unkind world..
Full of darkness..
To shine the light..
I will always and forever..
Will only trust and have faith...
In the universe.. Mother Gia..
And my family in spirit..
With a humble and gratitude heart..
Dilu Dw
20/02/23
Ode to EHI MWEN...
Ehin mwen,
Ehigiamusoe escort thou me
On our journey through the riddles
Of life and on our way back to report
To the creator, Òsa
Forsake me not, Ehi gue mwen
For All formed in the belle of a woman
Is a 'predestined' destiny.
Ehi mwen
Ehi gia to, let our spiritual communication
Be ever constant oh thou revered Ìkejì
To me, I pray thee
Thou be a divine guardian
And a god - father.
Ehi mwen
A i s' agbon hi
Although man may blindly challenge
His chi to a duel,
He cannot now change
His predestined circumstances
Or fate.
For predestination is done in heaven
Where man present to Òsa
He wishes and desires.
Ehi mwen
Ehi bo mwen
Lahor' do not be forgetful.
Sokpan, favour me even when my store houses
Flows unending with tempestuous rage,
Wealth in abundance like the ikpoba river
Ehi o r'uwa.
Ehi mwen
Ehi z'ogie
A man in conflict with his emena
Shall never be king,
Forgive me, my ignorances;
Dos and don'ts.
Tamuno, even in disagreement
Still lead me on my all knowing
Invisible half.
ghops..
G-low
I-n
A-pparent
A-tmosphere
N-egates
G-ray
E-vening
L-etting
I-lluminate
C-oolness
A-bate
C-hill
A-s
S-hining
T-winkle
I-n
L-ovely
L-ight
O-pens
Topic: Birthday of Gia Angelica V. Castillo (November 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
sheaves saw ya'll
the spirt of the fodder gonna get ya'll!
heathens and transgressers!
the people of sata!
the devil is yo' God!
and ya'll live in shame.
But the real God, Of Moochie Pecha, I s gonna send
the spirt of Bifer in the body of the scarecrow
to make you, transgressing
fornicates repent!
When the Scarecrow rises
we are gonna point out these devils!
The Devil, The Devil, The Devil !
Black mantis and lex luther, will
Chant from the Cootin Gia, and all you
Satans shall see the Scarecrow
and shall bow, to worship the
rightful God
Bizarro!
Can you read the jagged story in my eyes
The scars and burns on my hands
It speaks of eons drowning below the depth's of one's misery
To be against the Abon tides
People built their personal kingdoms to rise above
To stand upon an ancient dynasty
All I ever needed was to feed my link integral
So I may not be a sacrifice to the storm of life
Will you be my sanctum
Temples of Aphrodite stream across the ways of solicitude
Can you be the arc that transcends my Venus icon
The vertical depths above Gia
Imprisoned by the stars of Strata
Erase the Neolithic forlorn
Erase the suffering with an embrace
I do not want to gaze out into the brine
To be thrown into the cage of feral minds
Are you the heritage of the quintessence
A myth, a legend, a acme
The celestial who can divine the brittleness
Are we ready for what’s to come?
Will we know how to behave?
Never before in human history has there been such disruption. It was once a much simpler place. No more. The future is arriving faster than ever before.
Gia now has a neural net the brain is coming alive.
Things are changing at such a clip not like anything seen before. Things will never be the same.
Computers that once filled rooms are now held in the palm of our hands. Not too many years from now they’ll be cursing through our veins.
Nanotechnology, biotechnology, computer technology exploding at such a pace, soon enough, the internet will be connected to our face.
We’ll all be part of the global brain, have instant access to all the knowledge mankind has thus far obtained. Soon, artificial intelligence will join us where we live, things will never be the same. Machines will build machines smarter all the time. Where we go after all this may drive us insane.
Some say we’ll build virtual worlds every bit as real, and designed them to meet our every need, absolutely ideal. No one knows for sure which way all this will go.
I suggest you batten down the hatches though, it’s going to be quite the show.
Tornados destroying night and day turns the sky dark and gray. First devouring
the sun and then the moon the end of the world will come soon. Towns and
cities falling through the earth. Quakes taking apart Gia for all it`s worth. Floods
and tidal waves crash giving people no choice but to swim at last. One
catastrophe after another we should`ve been better to our mother.
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