Light, where ever it comes from
Recognizes nothing, but penetrability
Constitution of the encountered, why bother about?
I like to think of light as having consciousness. Encountering objects and allowing itself to be absorbed or to reflect off and having done so, change its wavelength while maintaining a constant speed : -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Light penetrates through everything! Light cannot be obstructed.... It shows itself out! So pithy!