When the Lotus Sings - a textual pastiche by T Newfields

Bhäraté: (sighing) It is refreshing to find words free of meaning. . .
Chariya: (responding in sign language) Yeah. Too much "meaning"
creates a sort of a sort of intellectual strait-jacket, doesn't it?
Daiki: (scratching his head) Straight or twisted - why fret about insignificant things?

Sin el fango,
no pueden nacer las flores.
Lo que parece humildeo sucio este día
contiene semillas preciosas.