Odd Desire Poem by Louis Santhana

I wish to be born next
In Sweden
In a hustle free tiny hamlet
Deep into the woods, besides a rivulet
Not far from the Arctic ice

No noise, smoke or horn
Animal drawn cart is my mobile wagon
Living with nature by grazing the cattle
Enough for my needs, without any dreams
Resting as I please, devoid of tensions

Wood and glass cottages, with poking chimneys
Snowy raining, fur coats and warmth of champagne
Dead silence outside, still-picture landscape
Far from the politics and religious discourses
Meditating alone, into fine inner emptiness