The hummingbird hovered by the violet sun
Blue flowers sang like high mountains
We rested by the womb of clouds
New lands along the precipitous path
Love rides horses of the fiery chariots
Golden hills where the water dreams
Sleep is another door of awareness
Rest in the radiant stars of new birth
Rivers of Cherub joy
Peace in the orchids of salvation
I hear the wings of eternal love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's been a long time since I've read a poem this beautiful.