it is now the in-between
a transition, a lull
no action, the will
at rest
it seems
a moment -
no sense of measure, actually -
like the evening
that embraces
the trees and the skies;
like the dancer before a move
it is now the mind's quiet
one at peace, as if one meets oneself
a cessation the while
a pervading silence
that does not seem as an other;
this is the in-between
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem