Penetrating thoughts flying about this mind, reaching within
depths of mystery in experiences of life, unfolding, opening
like flowers in a garden.
Expressing their beauty and aromas to everyone who passes by,
showering their blessings and graces given by God above,
little ones rushing over wanting to smell each one.
Reaching out to grab and pull them out, just to give their
beautiful bouquets to parents, grandparents and siblings,
wanting to share with everyone they love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem