I do not jeer at squirrels
Or peel frogs out of their jumpsuits
I do not throw stones at angels
Sitting mythical and coy
On the white limousines of their clouds
I do not have the effrontery
To scratch the faces of pianos
I do not argue with mountains
In matters of philosophy they know best
I do not purse Corinthian columns
Those icons of the permissive society
Instead, I immerse myself in silence
In the white sweep of the nothing that is the breath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Silence and solitude is great and meditation for self awareness a good poem.