I begin by forgetting myself,
Maturing into a child who learns fast,
Paying close attention to a grain of sand,
And seeing a whole new world within it.
Let my mind be the matrix of all matter;
Then, into these pages, I write.
Birth place of verses is inner-consciousness,
Where I learn to reawaken, learn to stay awake
Through an infinite expectation of dawn,
Through clearly seeing the miracle in a single rose
Human & higher consciousness marry each other;
Then, into these pages, I write.
I will not look back in anger nor forward in fear.
Look around. Today is a garden of awakening
Where countless flowers ought to bloom
Growth never ceases. There is always a new lesson.
Let me receive inspiration from a higher source;
Then, into these pages, I write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was desperately looking for something to sooth my soul and this beautifully haunting piece of pure romance, did just the trick. Dreaming is certainly our most precious gift, after love of course. Smiling for a change, Tai