In the confines of the mandala
Repugnant with self-reflection
A dandelion
Falls through space
Tracing luminous streaks in the channel it traverses
Tumbling spores grope nervously
Helplessly
Hoping to find the place
Where immortality awaits
Where the yearning seed shall impale itself
To give life to another.
Hope and fear
In each virgin wisp
A kiss
Wet and full
.. and a kiss not had.
Rehan sent me to your page for another poem that is no longer here but I am glad to have found what I have. Great work! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
deep thoughts surely a great work...thanks