you are told to just watch
to make ready your eyes for the amazement
the wonders of this world cannot be contained in a jar
of words
they always overflow and pass and fade and come back again
when your eyes are ready for another
show
once you fall asleep
then on the other moment you forget what is it all about
you are too busy with
your games
chasing the frolic of time's
mutability
there is such a thing as waking up
deep inside you
when time is not time anymore but merely moments
of connections
to every nerve
to every unconsciousness
here, there is no waking
neither there is sleeping
there is just that moment
of seeing
eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem