I gave up my quest
For a strong clear mind
I surrender to the waffle
That decides both sides
I relinquish all claims
I go with the flow
I no longer long
For the high alpine lake
My mind's a broad roaming river
Dark with swirling muds & silts
I find myself substantial
As dust-devils crossing county roads:
I'm more than happy
To spin & spiral there...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Thanks for sharing.