my dear friend,
you always think that i win,
and you hide away from
me in the cloak of your
jealousy.
is this all about winning
and losing?
i am for you.
And all these are for you.
The red rose, the blue sky,
the flowing river
the cliffs, and mountain
the trails
are all for you.
i do not have any bag
where you say
you do not fit.
shall i have the desire
to put you there like a
sackful of potatoes?
you discover a secret trail
you smell the scent out there
you want to find me
you are searching for me
but my friend i belong to the wind
i am a dropp of rain to the sea
i am the grain of sand on the shore
i am but a speck of the dust on that
cloudy sky
how can you ever find me then?
listen my dear friend
this is not about winning or losing
this is about our journey
the destination of which is still open
like an entrance to a cave
without light, damp and dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem