The tree has not yielded
The seeker, fruits of the field
The seed has not sprouted
Under the harvesters steed
The sand has not kissed
The feet of the great
The flower has missed
The gates of fate
Not many remain, for
Few have kissed, the lotus lips
Touched by the nectar
Of enlightened bliss.
Baru Gobira July 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when the lotus cups opened up in the mid of inking silence lips of wonder sweet in essence touched not human minds; for the human hearts cant see that the lotus cups were Creator's fee to the beauty and innocence nature poured into fountaining penance.....