The beauty in not being special,
is the perfection of seeing
we are all one and the same.
One ocean, one drop, fractals.
All salty, tasty and wet and surging, flexible, flowing, womb of life,
together we are united in loving compassion
never strife, just sharing LIFE! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah, it is true. We have from same source and will vanish there. Nice poem.