Sometimes I let my spirit get so down
hearted. I let it slide into darkness;
bury it in the cold, build walls around,
bolt hatches, so it will not feel homeless.
Sometimes I let my spirit get so down
hearted; I forget to bring it weightless
into the present moment and surround
it in the kindness of quiet stillness.
But this year, now that dawn is upon me
and so many people the black dogs hound,
I shall hold my spirit resolutely;
lift it up into the happiness found
when breathing out all of life’s confusion.
This is, my years, New Year’s resolution.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem