You hear it grow
and live and breathe;
and it flows and it moves
And you stand there
and it is your presence too,
your attention to it -
without those words and labels -
that makes it all so beautiful,
makes that moment a slice of radiance
It's not the place
that is the thing
It's not a time
in the calendar
It's not you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem