I am washing the dishes in a monotonous bore
When I suddenly pause to assess the air.
There is a mystery floating here and there,
But as soon as I pause, it is no more.
I am walking through the park and feel the grass
When I stop amid nature, beguiled
With an idea so pleasant that I smile.
But after a moment, it doesn’t last.
I sit by a window all alone
When I feel a warm presence
Like an ecstatic essence,
And feel my face burn
And my insides churn,
I am ablaze and then chilled to the bone.
I wonder why I thought I sensed
That You were always there
Through all my bores and all my cares
In dream and reality condensed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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