Summer lifting, rising currents
Past the moon, past the sun, through the stars
Cosmic is something summative, some singularity unified,
Transcendental Liberation is not an ego friendly journey
Holding on to something like an anchor...by choice
is only solid until the anchor's away
Growing roots and leaves are two aspects of the same
to gather in, to shore up, to show off
Roots are meant for Earth and Leaves for Air
But between the two, in the middle of both...
You are there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem