43. The Foggy Blind

Foggy snow hats mountain peaks
Chilly wind frosts all snaky creeks
The shelter covered by creamy layer
Face to a pane, the wistful thinker

Clear icicles cling from the gutter
Like a tearing of the perceiver
The thousand drops flood within  
Reviving the mother's teaching   

Caring teen in the mother's arms
A poetical talent with full charms
Flew to kiss vernal flower stigmata
Could be in troubled end of dogma

The daily moves barred by obstacles
Troubles in life could it be solvable?
Foggy blind would it be long-term?
Painfully move on, but stand firm

The strong heart soaked in tears
Leads the body forward without fear
With hope snow fog will be ceased
Let the thinker traversing in peace

Hopefully the weather will be fine
Let the move pass tough nasty line
But fuzzy road lessens the vision
To find ways for a next destination

A nice fresh flower in a dream
Bloom of hope would be the theme
Bend body and mind to admire
Smiling face, crying soul to aspire

Xaysouvanh Phengphong
November 1994