Nothing -
That is what I want to be filled with.
Everything inside is overflowing.
In your critical hour of scarcity,
Gather your hands
Around the brim of my heart.
Nothing -
That is what should stand between us.
Everything is laid open before you.
In your excruciating moment of isolation,
Forget distance and barricades.
We are all in a unified oneness.
Nothing -
Not the stars dazzling the sky from end to end,
Not the Cicadas & other unnamable creatures
Feasting on botanical gardens,
Nor a pirate's lost-and-found treasure -
Nothing fulfills but the singularity of all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol Wonderful advance on the progression of Aesthetics as a way of life my friend! lol loved it and the final stanza, but I don't think Melanie will! rofl Gread work, just my sup of poetic truth, The penultimate stanza could be helpful too! Smiling for a change, Tai