This is what we have missed, ignored:
the quiet and silence;
the embrace that light, time, the earth
and the water and the sky offer
We have allowed the mind to agitate;
we have been victims to its fury
The anger and the palpitations within
have flowed into every vein of the being
This is what we have not met with silence;
we have not come to this free, with no will
This quiet and these gentle arms and seeing -
to these we have not yielded before
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem