if you only see what i am seeing
you could have been so restless as i am
clouds whirling, suns colliding,
volcanoes erupting, bridges falling
whirlpools of the mind
souls like meteors spreading
light, darkness, alternating
there is no peace there
only struggle
nothing permanent but only change
holiness gone
sharp light piercing the gaze of starry
eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem