do not pick the words
let the word pick you
do not think let thinking
think for you
do not move
let the movement move in you
do not even think of the logic
in metaphors
there is no logic in them
they are the geese coming one spring
lots of noise moving in one direction
landing in your backyard
staring at the window looking for you
you see the world has a life of its own
do not ever think do not ever signify
the world moves, twirls, spins, collides
in you and you are shocked surprise at this
kind of phenomenon
the world hands you what you have been dreaming
you are its only child
and she introduces herself as your only mother
her grass is your cradle
her trees your friends her rocks your company
her clouds your travel and transition
her sun her moon her stars
they are all yours now
resting in the lines of your palms
be glad then
now you are so complete.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem