Sprinkling ideas falling between lights of feelings and
emotions, touching the essence of this being, closer and
closer, tending to what's being felt throughout life.
Tossing and turning, lifting and rising, then falling
again like waves upon the ocean, tender and delicate are
balances of this earth.
Taking turns at finding a way to gain ground and strength
through their individual rhythms and circumstances, open-
ing up, unfolding and giving self to endeavors of the soul.
All if it mattering at one time or another here on earth,
a breath-taking view of life in the many moments we have
before death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem