Just a dreary patch of land I was
Amidst a vast roaring and spitting ocean
Distracted and devoid of destination,
Completely entangled in worldly mundane;
But seclusion is supremely serene,
A golden chance to look within,
And while in deep meditation
I slowly turned into a Parrot Island,
Lush and evergreen
That waits eagerly to be trimmed and shaped
By hook-like beaks with much care and tenderness
Negative feelings like leaves have been slowly shed
Divinity gently opened its petals within
And all around a unique aroma is spread.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem