The walls are
suffocating,
so you remove
some planks
to make a window
it becomes your
window to the world
outside you
but what you see
(if you remain
enclosed) is still
yourself out there
and it will not
make any difference
you close your eyes
and open your mind
there is another
window that opens
endlessly towards
all the possibilities
spaces of suspended
beliefs
awakenings of what
you have taken for
granted
you shrink into
a littleness
a baby talk
a mother's hum
you do not know
what a sun is
or a moon
that first feeling of
the wind
that face that you have
ever seen
this sense of awe and
wonder
a beginning of all
beginnings
is here now
looking at you
and then you smile....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem