80 WU WEI

80 WU WEI The hunter pointing his blowgun and its reflected prey -SOL. In Skeleton and Essence Arriving at the junction I polarize my insides and between Doubts one challenged me It was if I would find a king on that road Or the arsonists Or if between the fields A larva transformed into

O I wanted to scrutinize And I decided not to take sides Rest In dream A tower was on fire.

And the king came out of his court Hurried on In a dream it was repeated The fire that advanced to the sidewalk I was already blinded It was hot I woke up and a ladybug he perched On my eyelids I did not want to disturb her, I fell asleep again And the fire was repeated the king came out Hurried on Jaded of that dream take strength I got up and I went out through the castle gate.