On a dull sunday afternoon
a man sitting near the sea watching the sky.
Birds and clouds moving across the horizon.
Peace dwells above
Ground is full of fury all the time.
The sea water reflecting what
lies up in the sky.
A fish disrupts the meditation
of the water on time & sky & man
who was still there
sitting and watching.
Is being lazy is being observant?
Knowledge comes when we are being observant. A wonderful poem with great imagery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thought-provoking poem, well worded, my congratulations for this Eureka!