the end.the end of caterpilar is the birth of butterfly.flight of ideas.chaotic portraits.distorted formation of portraits.zizagged realities in jumbled-up identities of loss and found breaths.
can one recommand urgent compassion and loving kindness out of absurb questions from doubtful extententiality of being in the world of change.
just temporary living bees on musicality of rhyming and expanding universe in mind of one's own world.
seeing as it is.
hearing as it is.
just knowing beyond- idea -and -beyond -thought mode of life.
timelessness in new silence.
stilled emptiness.
theend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem