to hear and see my thoughts and opinions echoed...
though more likely I am the echo....
.it is an unusual and strangely intimate comfort....
but I rest easy
only with that momentary bursting of
the softly
edgeless
intense
thickly infused and dazzlingly muted yellowing of the plain just after the firecat's leap......exhaled and inhaled in one.........
.the appearance and disappearance
of a richness emptier for its fullness.....fuller for its empty bowl inverted....
an instantaneous
suffusing into the nothing of the before and the after...........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely vocabulary.. and much to muse over.. Regards, Cal