In response to a post of David Whyte, the renowned poet:
The wonder of self
stretching to realms
beyond the reach
of reason-
still the beginning
the nascent becoming
yesterday was the doing
the struggling
the doubting
the unanswered questioning -
the self now
in mysterious resurrecting
while life is watching
silently listening
without intruding
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem