Recognizing turmoil being stirred up, tempting my
being with the strife of it's stress.
Building up inside, touching interior peace that
reaches farther than ever in this life.
Not even changing serenity as I watch it dissipate
and incinerate itself.
Altogether, running with the wind, being free and not
letting it rule my life, at least not now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
changing serenity as I watch it dissipate...Very amazing sharing done definitely.10