Trees with arms outstretched, balanced gently with
roots under the dirt ground.
It does not reflect on the beauty or it's growth,
because life is seen from without as whole.
Living also is looked upon this way, for we do not
constantly dwell upon the way we breathe, on our
heart beat or how our brains work, we see ourselves
normally as whole beings.
Describing the spiritual aspect is treated just the
same, individuals see life as different ways or
experiences added together to achieve continuity and
peace.
Altogether, many of us do the best we can with what-
ever we have at our disposal, hoping to at least
break even.
Others snatch and grab, afraid to let go of their
problems and become who God knows they are.
Saddened by this, searching, finding no answers,
continuing to live as a being outside of it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem