when i look at the pool
in its tranquility
i only see myself
my storms cannot disturb
the peace of this pool
i am not powerful
enough to disturb its
peace
with all the twisters
inside my mind
my heart envies at the image
that the pool reflects at me
in this amazement i have become
a loud sound
without an echo.
i am mapping out the cause
of my sorrow
hoping that in this
maze i can still find the
lost treasure
in my face.
the pool whispers that i am
a weary soul
that i have aged and mellowed
and that wisdom
is just near in the grasp of
my breath
held hostage inside
my lips.
the pool stares at me with all
forgiveness
it understands the plight of
many
who have approached it
and left feeling
triumphant again
despite
the odds.
the pool is a mirror
i am human.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem