The sun shone in the child’s golden curly hair
As she danced across the lawn enticed
By her mothers promises of sweet delights
And I sat in dappled light beneath an oak
With trunk so broad it spoke of great maturity
And was unmoved by children’s cries for more
An autumn chill on the gusts of wind was moderated
By the warm rays of low slung sun which blinded eyes
And energised the soul within through permeable skin
Oneness took a hold, cast out the need for thought
And all melted in the light that supported all life
Stillness permeated sight and filled all space
Without frontier and time stood frozen to the spot
As beauty eloquently announced existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful mr T. simply that.