Sitting on the floor of my mind,
exercising sight with images of their abilities,
seeing the extra perceptions tranquilly moving
along curves in the road.
Taking part in the routine of healthy modes of living.
Reaching into empty cookie jars, and not being
disappointed by their emptiness, knowing that
they're moving away from it and are on their way to
turning corners to better states of mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem