When we are here
we think only of a road that ends
to a definite
stop
so when we go near that place
we think we are consumed
and feel like we are
empty tin cans
worry no more
there is another view to all these
and it is like
a window overlooking
a cliff
the trees appear like dots
upon a mound
and the skies are like rivers
blue and white
flowing upon
so much space
it is bountiful
and enormous and your heart surely
cannot contain
all these
we go beyond and that is
happiness enough for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem