Misshapen reflections hanging over windows, showing
themselves openly, it seems only I can see, writing
what is seen happening through them.
Fruition of an eternity is falling into this mind,
settling in and getting acquainted with peace from
nature, wherein all spirituality comes to light.
Respecting the future destiny of mankind as it does
so, enlivening many impossibilities that continue
to prosper and come into reality without reserve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem