I love the idea of a crystal-clear clean
fountain
that breaks up every pattern as it
emerges
and replaces it with a new one in love
ever renewing
and what is old decays and floats away
is cleansed reborn reconstitutes in
brand-new day
and so remains eternal in this way.
And patterns stay unbroken in this
change
in change itself as they grow into
being
becoming all the while more
themselves
seeing what they like in what they're
seeing
which shatters what they were -
forever freeing -
liquid in a constant ever fleeting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem