Autumn mists obscure
The essence of the green flow,
As I persist in
Cloaking my inner life.
I need to explore
The blue depths of dreaming like
A diver searching
For pearls in teeming oceans.
Yet Time keeps on
Scattering its bleak fragments
Across present days
Towards uncertain futures.
O I want to look
Beyond these cluttered longings,
And experience,
White silence behind all forms!
Mixing the psychological state with autumn mist gives us a new poetic image made up of imagination and reality that makes us dive deep with the poet to reveal the secrets and beauty of the vast universe, thanks to this rare poetic masterpiece
As I persist in Cloaking my inner life. I need to explore The blue depths of dreaming like A diver searching For pearls in teeming oceans.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for all your pertinent comments Soran... much appreciated!