Nighttime dreams opening up in the afternoon, letting
thoughts appear in dreams from the night before.
Seeming to be happy as they portray a person who is
loved dearly, wanting to spend more time in writing
poetry and having tea together.
Intense, intelligent conversation being uppermost in
every thought, never leaving it alone to be forgotten.
Being perfectly attuned to everything going on, looking
interiorly, constantly, matching what is seen to what
is being thought.
Falling into the perfect balance of creativity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem