The sun rose and echoed through my white curtains.
The flags above my bed say
'Om Mani Pad-me Hum'
In the warm light,
I want a miracle from a sun ray,
chanting the song of compassion.
Blue, white, red, green, yellow flags
seem to suggest compassion
is not free from organization
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem