As I consider leaving,
I think of what it is that is here,
it seems that when you concentrate on a point,
you miss all the scenery around,
the concentration weighs you down and plants you
in the ground,
rooted
a safe feeling, a secure feeling but
your movement, thoughts, and ideas are compromised
by the limitations set.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem