I gaze and gaze
For hours and hours
Day and night
On that one point
The centre of the flower
The eye of the bird
The tree of life
The centre of the moon
The motifs on my carpet
The small fish in a pond
That come out
At night and under the moon
Flying vegetable colors
Silk and wool
Cotton and gold
That speaks to me
In innumerable way
18/9/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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