Ivan Bodhidharma is coming from south
on wings of spring
he drinks from river
in which ice was
he holds in his hands geography
of all our rooms,
apartments and passions
and white tiger is silent
and blue dragon is singing
he will cure those who can hear
and maybe those who are smart
he'll tell those who want to know everything
story of bright times
he's passing buildings where
(people) try to avoid fate
he's lighter than smoke
through plastic and tin
Ivan Bodhidharma is inclined to see trees
where we r inclined to see pillars
and if it became brighter
it means he's here already