I
The snake
rises from the cave
to lie bathing
in the bright sun.
She sheds a layer
and returns
back down
into the earth
a little closer
to herself.
II
Protected by
a thin string
of courage,
he descended
down through
the knots of chaos
to deep within
his mind’s
dark labyrinth.
Centering himself
he battled the minotaur
birthing anew
the potency
to return back
into the light
of the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this makes me to think that entire nature revolves in a cyclic order