Sometimes I have glorious purity
Sitting on a log like a curious raccoon
Staring at the gracious waters
Feeling the comforting breeze
No countries, no county
No states or cities
Like dharma in pure earth
I feel the heavens
I am a child of the sun
My identity is more like an angel
No ideology or politics
Pure man created now
Patch of grass by a rock
Trees with the strength of beauty
Everything clean without pretense
Separate but such a part of a whole
Day by day truly speaks love
I light the fire under the twilight
Emerged in simple profound bliss
The clouds belongs to no one
The wild flowers are a miracle
Birds sing under blue mystic sky
Being is the future
Pure stars of the universe appear
I belong to everything
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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