The sheen of hidden
power explodes. When you touch the
moon, it burns your hands.
A mascot tramples the
ship.Journey was half done.I am
gatheringthe smoked remains.
Was there any end of
night for a sage sitting under the
banyan tree for penance?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Was there any end of night for a sage sitting under the banyan tree for penance? we all take different paths to attain mental peace. a fine poem and expressions. tony