Tuesday, March 18, 2008

waka of budouadana: pages

The child’s confidence,
Like a newly budding sprout
Planted in rich soil,
Gives courage to the timid,
And hope to the dejected.
A magic potion
In a cup borne by a youth:
Such is one’s first love,
An intoxicating brew
Of hope, fear, intimacy.
The child had no doubts
As he used his sharp dagger
To sever the knots
Of worldly difficulties,
Cutting each to useful lengths.
The trusting young child
Offers his only coin,
Risking everything
On the hope that life is fair,
Learning of good and evil.

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