the dancer's feet are
on the air
the body is so light
in extreme joy
bliss like a balloon
floats the body
as light as air
such is the short moment
of flight of life's dance
until the tip of the body
touches once again
the hard and harsh floor
of reality
and then one says
sorry, but this is life
it is all about roots and
anchor
bliss is fleeting like
feet on the air
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem