upon itself the thought
reflects
upon a thought
like an image in a mirror
my face looks upon
itself and my hands touch
my hands
upon itself the self
breathes and catches life
to itself
there is life and there is motion
there is this emptiness
that looks upon a sky
down upon itself
like a cup still dreaming
of the rain
there is this air that moves
in space
like an infusion of breath
upon your mouth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem