Time gradually brings us into bloom.
So we wait patiently for the unforced
Flow of words and dreams, planets, suns and moons
Of cosmic consciousness to course
Through our pale blue veins. Poetry, music
And art all blend into one great spirit.
And that spirit will never die. For it
Is the pure essence of all that exists.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem