Go ahead
With Your grass
With Your clarified butter
With Your fruits of action.
Your tongue is here
You can eat through fire
your belly is also empty
Always here there.
Through the holes of Your ears
You can hear but no sound
That is the point to mentioned here
And I am there waiting for order.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good poem, thank you for sharing