No words
But I
Bow to you.
No reason
But I
Tie the knots,
Though.
Sandalwood and
Shadows
And my care
All there
To follow
Not the crowd
But to cry aloud.
Appearance and
Disappearance
Matter little.
But for the picture
I clear my
Body and mind
And just bow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Each one is holy and pious, we should bow to all.