been there in the chaos
almost in that stampede
where you could have died
a meaningless death
and here you are regaining
equanimity in this placid
lake where no fish swims
where the moss too have
perished. And this is the
equanimity of having nothing
and being with nothing and
here with your hands opening
to an empty space you start
all over as a stone having
landed upon a soil after having
been thrown by the one who
does not have any need of you.
be patient.
it is here where understanding
begins to grown.
you are seeding.
and sprouting and shall feel
nothing to disturb the peace
that just reigned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem