Beauty of blossom blushes blindfold!
Moments meditate for fill of joy to know
Mystery muffles for innocence to decode
Who knows crux of matter to decipher folds.
On floor of clarity truth dazzles like diamond
Nothing sees on shore by slithery clouds to intone
From core of cocoon secret comes out to count
as manifestation is virtue of reality to tell truth.
to whom to ask curve of prism to circumvent
knight of crown baffles to scan eyes of askance
matter never ends then and there to rewind bone of flesh
as bourne of illusion finds no breath from within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem