I have found you
In the smile of the toothless,
In the love of the mindless,
in the soft touch
of dappled deer
under a gentle Sun's caress;
in the pollen dust sticking
to the butterfly;
in the morning's dazzling face,
in the kind words of friends
who steal others' distress;
in the sweet satisfaction
lying at the end of
a marathon race;
in the likes of thousand hearts
that my words
so beautifully brace;
in the peace
of an imagined death
at the end of life's race;
and in the serenity
of devotees in a trance
under the bower of divine grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem