the big wide plate
unblemished
emptiness spreading like
blanket upon a green patch
under the trees below the
heavens
beside the clouds you dance
samsara
you look beautiful with those
laces
as the air blows your hair
as the darkness begins to infiltrate
nerves sing
flesh retires on the floor as you become my roof my window.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem