With the passing breeze,
My soul moves
In search of God
Among the groves.
I search for Him
In the rolling surges
Of the vast sea,
But He never emerges.
Hopefully I
Gaze at the sky
To find Him there,
But I finally sigh.
Then I look for Him
In my heart's corner,
And there He is,
Laughing at the searcher.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful truth of life........