Live it in its fullness,
taste it in its breath,
see it in a circle,
yet defy paralysis.
Known it in its glory,
feel it in its rush,
hold it in your palm now,
every slightly much.
Gel with all its true zen,
flow with currents strong,
hear the million voices
dancing to its song.
Burn beneath its fire,
ride above its rage,
sprint strong to the finish,
never fade away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned write.