Dwelling on no-thingness is
just not the same as to be empty
and open, like the Heather bells
on the hills, when the huge sky towers over them.
Even these small things can perfume the wind.
That purple blooms and summers pass,
is not a thing worth noticing.
Remembering Rob -
who would care less?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thing worth noticing. good one. I invite you to read my poems and comment.