I sink in a tube filled with purple petals of iris,
Flowers of gratitude surround me like reviving kisses,
They're the core and the skin of a subtle body,
A mellow emanation of an unknown steam.
Intoxicating fragrance of fresh life,
Invades the universes of my Being
Drunk in a world of One, not two or more,
I see that flow happens, it comes to you
There is no doer or something done,
Only a movement of the consciousness divine.
I bend over the edge of solidity,
I find that everything I witness dissolves into the magic air within
Not needing to grasp, not needing to walk or talk,
Forever resting in no-time, no-space,
In an encompassing, precious truth.
I lay on the root of a brotherly oak
In sweet hypnosis I dive,
My body is limb and peaceful
And in suspension is the mind.
The silence merges with a bluish breath
I relax completely on the loving leaves,
In the water's slow quivers
There is a weightless feeling floating,
And I become anew
Present in now,
Absent in time,
Expanding and contracting,
An iris collapsing in its own garden,
Being Home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So many images of natural beauty and relaxing atmosphere. Thanks