Where there is dream,
There is suffering,
There is living,
There is painting,
Painting of love,
And the painting of truth.
The truth is there
In the dream,
And we are to go
With that.
We are to go
With our realization,
Of life with the single mission,
Of swallowing the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem