Maybe…
If I walk along the shoreline
or the lakeside,
stroll beside the river
or along the towpath,
those littoral thoughts will come-
thoughts that slip between, spirit and matter,
between water and earth,
between light and dark
between life and death,
between order and chaos -
making meaningful connections
that help me to understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem