DEEDS

With good mind I blow this flute,
A flute of warning, a flute of truth.
To good men and men so brute,
This warning I bring to your senses and ears.

Travel to east or rather to west,
Running from your good deeds
Or your sinful acts;
Run to the world where the world is none,
Yet, your reward shall stand by you like legs with horse.
It’s not a blessing nor laying of hands,
Neither is it a kiss, a bite nor cursing of man,
It’s the truth that guides the universe,
From head to toe
And a law that leads
From mouth to hole.

Travel with the sun and shine with stars,
Be a king, an emperor or a household slave,
Route the wind and tame its wings,
Fly with it to the ends of the earth:
Try escape your act of goodness
Or shame as well,
But you never will, not even by the help of clairvoyants
Know when your reward shall glue to you;
Whether good or bad.
Never forget this, neither in words nor in nous
That you are your deeds and your deeds are you
                                                                           

 MIDE BENEDICT