Dwelling in experience,
daily steps fully in view,
the reconciled thing, a crossing point,
one that cannot be crossed,
toward an endless field of energy,
with a quest only you can take,
the smell oof Nothingness,
releasing all things and all....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the smell of nothingness, spreads the fragrance of fullness of the spirit.another lovely poem from you.looking forward to more poetry! ritty