My way is not of hiding
But of opening
To I welcome light and air
And the fragrance of flowers
I strip meanings from words
I hate makeup in twilight
But focus light straight on the face
I walk naked on the streets
It may pinch the eyes
Habituated in playing hide and seek
I am not aware of my actions
Intoxicated with my feelings
So dictate not words
for writing poems
I just hug them to sing for me.
There is nothing called secret
All is an open page
The earth, the sky, the universe
All livings and non livings
Except perhaps the mind of man
So I become one with the nature
And never separate myself
as a human being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem