Light Coming through the window
Outside myself looking in
Yet inside myself looking out,
A strange feeling of duality
A movement in the skies
As the clouds part and yet
Remain as one
Bright spots of blue overwhelm
I can hear their resonating cry
In the stillness of the morning
Somewhere a flower blossoms
-I dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem