Changeless the eyes,
The ears,
What we see and hear.
Our own nature,
And we ourselves-
Changeless
From year to year.
The words are there
So also the sights.
They are not ours,
That is right.
Higher and lower
No difference but
We see cosmic intelligence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From years to year! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing.