Dear Smith,
No discovery.
Nothing is here,
But I am not going to
Say all as you think.
At every moment here
We discover ourselves
In a new form
We are not part of
That, though.
Newness is there
At every moment
And we want to
Charm it here.
Dear Smith,
Are we not one?
And is it not true
We are all
In oneness.
With no words
I must say
We are wandering
Here and there
With something hidden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very interesting dialogue you have here.I read the home poem and mr.Smith's comment.Really interesting.