At first I tried to sweep aside
the forest of my thoughts.
An axe in hand I cleared the land,
slowly back to where I was.
Then I slept, a great long sleep,
where nothing moved at all.
Awaking to the bright still air,
I got up and simply walked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's amazing what clarity we reach after a long, deep sleep...I like the gentle, easy way this is written....nice one