it is when everything is fully seen
all details exposed like a grassy plain
like an open sky
that the mystery is faced off
and this worshipful ignorance wakes up from its
hibernation and finally finds the real meaning
to what is seen and felt and fashioned
upon itself.
that is what light does
what air really wants.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem! Yes indeed and all we have to do, is just fully fill up our lungs to let brains be aired, then just sit tight enjoy the sight, we'll come to be aware(sorry, the rhymes write themselves, lol my fingers became this poem's slaves) . Wonderfully deep, inspiring pen you shared here, thank you!