eyes opened
they become part of the water around them
their greeness blends with the blueness they are surrounded with
and i see the meaning of the ocean
its eternal calm and ferosity
combined.
transparent
the sea contains the beginning of being
and the ending of
never finishing.
the sea is made of rippling oceanglass
and is still.
noting moves
everything is at an ephemeral cessation
and wind-blown sand skitters over it's surface
the winds are changing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the titile, I love the peace in this piece... -Eila