evolving...
through inter-action,
interbeing, involvement.
dead people dont walk,
dont fill the bowls,
dont wipe away tears.
an island at the mercy
of a raging ocean...
but wind and mountain co-exist!
only the rhythm
of the soul walking beside,
validates the journey.
ashes, ashes, new plowed earth,
two sets of hands on the plow!
we fill each other's bodies
with a shared and dependent fire!
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I would like to translate this poem
This poem is just stunning! So well written.You're a master of your craft.Thoroughly enjoyed it.I am humbled.