it is always nice
to be away from the crowd,
climb uphill, sit in a corner,
under the tree and watch
all of them
in a busy disarray.
and here you are,
cool and calm silent and
self-sufficient.
it is this feeling that
comes to you: God is here
sitting beside me in
peace and quiet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem