Circles of light, standing still before me, entering my mind
to quiet me.
Staring, mind a total blank, lights start circling each other,
creating sensations of moving light within my limited eyesight.
Dancing prettily, halos surround them all, while deep inside,
circles of light have become an image printed on my mind,
filling me with inner quiet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem