Staring out into space, aware of wind blowing and shaking
trees wildly by their limbs.
Not wanting to concentrate on anything except the inside
of this mind.
Feeling somewhat restless - insecure, testing memories
made anew.
Finding safety within, lights the way to a new beginning.
Stepping lightly past whatever's been done to go on -
moving forward to the next day's sun.
Leaving everything outside my mind, concentrating on
what has begun.
Life opening up to swallow me - only this time I am
whole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With might you write dear..Life opening up to swallow me - only this time I am whole. ..