Buddha thoughts...
tiny pools of rainwater,
containing thunder, lightning,
and the buds of coming spring...
tainted with oil dripping
from an old car that wont run.
sunlight dances, almost held,
every dawn and sunset
that has been, or will be...
heavy fog, waiting...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poems got a really nice hiden beauty to it. A great poem.