Staring out into space.
Aware of wind blowing and shaking trees wildly by their limbs.
Not wanting to concentrate on anything inside my mind.
Feeling somewhat restless - insecure.
Testing memories made anew.
Finding safety within, lights the way to a new beginning.
Stepping lightly past whatever's been done to go on - moving forward to the next day's sun.
Leaving everything outside my mind, I concentrate on what I have begun.
Life opening up to swallow me in - only this time I am whole.
I am one. I am done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem