The murky mist is occupied,          

sacrificed on the altars of the earth's side.                                               

 

A cluster of candles twinkles from the heaven,

the Big Dipper's quantity seven.

 

Peace on earth;

an unfleshed bird,

a hollow word,

a name of pigeon never heard.

 

The faith is

an immaterial sense of security,

little trust for eternity,

feeling of continuity.

 

On a visit

acknowledging presence

makes oneself at home.

Being aware of the present

demands both a body and a soul.

 

A huge sentimental value

can be man's only symptom.

Let's stay for ever

unpronounceable the python.

 

Does a hopeful wish find its true by the kiss?

The truth is what is.

Do continue pray and wish

for the sake of peace and pacifism.