The seabottle comes to shore
with no letter.
The fortune cookie arrives
with no destiny words.
Envelopes in the mail with
no love letters inside.
The crystal ball is
quiet.
Why?
Because advanced souls
write their own tickets,
make their own way.
One need make no
linear path
across the spherical
ocean of being.
Inspired by Slanfia's poem 'Carrier Pigeon Without A Note'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem