The process is there
The coming and the going,
The going and the coming.
The process is on.
From where, to where,
For what and who they are,
All are in questions.
Coming and going, going and
Coming, coming and going, going.
No one can find its
Beginning and end.
But all are the parts of the process
The coming and going, going and coming
And yet all are in dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem