something universal
is not just for one eye to see
but for all the eyes of this
universe, the eye of the storm
the eye of the wound
the needle's eye
even the eyes of those who
are blind for they can
always have the
eyes of their hearts
it is not just for you
it is for us all to feast like
the air we breathe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem