Стихи и рассказы в категории Gods. Читать онлайн

All the trades flourish
In my world -
For pottery and linen
I will always find place

My thoughts are immense
Like the spirit
That I contain,
I keep creating spheres of the sky

In the legends of South
Birds have created the world.
In the egg of the Universe
A pulsating spirit was growing

A beautiful yet ambivalent mind,
A body that turns into all sorts of animals,
A lively spirit...
You look further than the others,

The mother of gods,
She dwells in the sky,
As endless and undecipherable
As her numerous names.

The sky is made of metal
And it recites the ancient songs
As spring strolls the planet.
The sky is touched

Two-spirited,
Long-lived
And powerful,
I have two bodies,

The river flows
Like a joyous blue string,
The river starts
Talking to strangers.

The touch of rain,
Barely felt by the skin,
Is part of the spring rites.
The rain carries memories

The soul has an air
Of joy and sadness,
I am the movement
Of will within it,