Standing watch, looking for endless roads, wanting to set
out on new adventures.
Sitting instead, upon a rock, contemplating nature, turning
inward, finding strength.
Not wishing to disturb inner tranquility and perceptions of
silent serenity.
Folding hands, wandering mind, producing dream-like states,
writing, feeling good, becoming just what I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem