I am a quiet man.
Whose thoughts and ideas
help me sense earth's spirit.
Without such knowledge,
our world would remain just an object of the cosmos.
I watch the miracle of dawn
as it turns darkness to light
awakening the soul to a new day
the creator of all things.
The seasonal gloom of winter
brings deep reflection.
A black and white portrait of a world
that's soon to turn mosaic colour of spring
at the moment of the first melting snowflake.
As much as I am drawn by the light
I've become a source of that light.
The warmth that I feel
is the warmth of contentment and compassion
and at one with life and all its form.
The source is always plain to see.
and cannot be hidden in a shroud of darkness.
My aura is for all those who wish to see
and to help them find enlightenment -
even if it's small as a grain of light -
I can guide them.
I can teach them
but first they must take the path.
My thoughts are coloured by sound
that transports me in meditation.
I see a future without tears.
I see life without want
and trees blossom with hope.
I am a quiet man.
A quite man with a warm smile
that is as much as the air we breathe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem