Watching people as they work and play, very rarely looking
around at what is happening in their vicinity.
Recollecting times when I have done the same, but quickly
turning it around, noticing every detail so it could be
written into another poem.
Being distracted by a spider web, waving gently in a morning
breeze as the sun shines upon it, bringing it to my attention.
Or maybe a rose blossoming along a path where I am walking,
seeing it's exquisite beauty and deep hues of color reaching
out to me in fragrant aromas of sensuous scents of heaven.
Enticing this mind to awaken in the throes of nature as I
continue on my way, noticing and taking in everything with
every sense in my being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem