into passivity,
chairs move to make
you sit,
the table for
dinner
sets itself with
all the
spoons and fork
tissues, and saucers.
every door opens for
you and so do the
windows.
into passivity, you
do nothing,
and everybody, and
everything
is there for you.
special person,
with nothing in mind,
nothing at hand,
in such a forgiving and
accommodating
universe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In such a forgiving and accommodating universe, lucky guys motivate minds with amazing theme. This poem is very brilliantly penned.