it is always to see
a world of openness, like the way the fingers open
when you burst in love
like the way the heart breaks loose from the buttoned shirt
to become a sun shining upon the hills and penetrate the windows
of so many souls,
it is always easy to tell that you are the magnanimous
space always occupying what world is there
a relative of air that fills the lungs of those who are still afraid to
breathe
i am always at a loss of words
the reality is too much
a rage of wisdom a profusion of grace a gush of all life
and it is here
in my fingertips
still breathless in disbelief....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem