AM I the river your white birds fly over?
Are you the green valley my silver channels roam?
The two of us a bowl of blue sky day time and a bowl of red stars night time?
Who picked you
out of the first great whirl of nothings
and threw you here?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reading this puts a great big smile on my face- -he paints a scene so quick and sure and then asks the greatest philosophical question of all times in such a beautiful way