Jumping from motionless waves of wisdom onto rolling
waters, rapidly traveling downstream to their deaths
over waterfalls of current.
Leaving behind, imprints of their passing, indelibly
invisible for all time, except to those who have
developed senses beyond the sixth and seventh
dimensions.
Unafraid of their existence, allowing them the
freedom to roam and live according to their own
boundaries and edges without falling back on the
barest of existences in timeless fashion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem