there is more to gain
in being a sponge
than being a sprayer
there is more wisdom
in being the rain
than being a sunshine
there is more peace of
course
in being a pond than
being your
waterfall
there is more beauty
in being seen and felt
there is less in the
nakedness of pomposity
there is more value in our
denseness
in what is left hidden
rather than that which
you expose
and without that cautious
hold
of self-restraint.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem