The communion with God
through simple awareness
of life as it is, is much like
water that needs not get
wet because it makes all
things wet that touch it.
It is a mode of existing,
which is much like the night
which needs no place to hide,
for it gives hiding to all who are in it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
short and sweet write. Love this poem.