no longer oppressive
the sky suffused
with light
changing
clouds also
and In my mind
I snapped pictures
as I journeyed along the beach
here
in Coney Island
and for a moment
perfectly still
wind blowing
astonishing golden streaks
across heaven
overwhelmed by
the beauty of the world
and questioned why the whole shebang
could not be wonderful as this
and how suffering
had become rooted
in the being
of humans
Ah!
to willingly leave
let go
not bothered by departure
simply immersed
in a single breath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is very nice, Charles. I love the closing. Raynette