an early walk at the park
gives you time to meditate
and perhaps even mediate all
the conflicts in your heart
and mind.
Peregrinate, it is your feet
that makes most of its time
as the lungs takes in more
of the freshness of the air,
the scents of the pine trees,
the grass, and the roses.
Your mind shuts out as the
eyes begin to reflect on
the falling leaves and the
hushes of the winds.
the hour runs fast, and you
do not notice the ticking of
the clocks.
you sit on one of the benches
and feels the lightness of your
being. This is life which
the mind overworked has failed
to notice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem