sometimes you write
without thinking, whatever images come
you paste, you copy, you post,
it happens, and you let it be,
this stream of consciousness, this
letting go,
the stars in the skies are writing
us a poem,
the universe is singing a song, and
the earth keeps spinning memories, and
the days are warm and bright and lovely.
the rivers of love keep flowing under
our feet, and the oceans of understanding
goes beyond the borders of our soul.
it is the exhaustion of love that moves
us away from all these trivialities.
we engulf each other: vacuole to vacuole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem