in time things will melt away
the point of essence becoming no clearer
than when things first started out.
sitting beneath a cherry blossom, becoming
much clearer - becoming one with night,
one with each and every sound, every light,
and every sight, one who is everywhere at once
from listening, seeing, smelling, and breathing;
becoming that single moment at that brief flash of time.
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I would like to translate this poem
I love your idea here, and I love the title. It really hints at what the poem is about. Things melting away..that also is deep, deep time which most people can't think about much. I like to imagine the eastern US buried under thousands of feet of glaciers. Because it's an accepted pattern. But hard to wrap your brain around no less.