Clouds forest the vision
On a road, with a hidden gate,
And I notice someone’s entered;
But to come here, seems my fate.
The latch made only by pure mind,
So another has no wait;
It falls off imperceptibly,
If I only concentrate.
Here the world was crafted
As a perfect day's escape-
I slip through it quite easily,
And the outer world abates..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Go for it.... time for R and R.... enjoy a comfort and recharge Jim Troy