sometimes you feel being sucked
down to the bottom of the earth
and you try to hold on to the protrusions
of the rocks and even the clinging vines
just near you and all of them seem to be
so useless as you go on to this falling
and falling and falling, and then you let go,
you fall and then you accept and then the
little miracles come, and then you simply
enjoy the falling and falling and you are
no longer surprised but amazed and
then you tell yourself: what a ride!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem