Anyone can install shutters,
On an opened window.
To close when one chooses.
And one...
Could continue to live,
As one would please.
But the effect of a view observed,
Is not going to vanish...
Because one is disturbed by it.
With a wish that it goes away.
Or the existence of it does...
One day!
Since one is convinced,
By an upbringing or one's environment...
That a gesture influences reality!
'I wish what I see goes away from me! '
And just with the power of thought...
What 'is' would in thin air disappear.
Gone...
As one wishes!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem