I long for
being rosy
Blushing and blooming
Exposing the sealed gates
Then throwing out all
Grimy and grubby stories.
I feel the actuality of joviality
Encouraged and stimulated
Performing innovatory trials
In that case of eliminating all
Anguishes, despairs, and remorse.
In the view of ‘I’ in a boat, driving to
The marine, floating in a suspended manner
And mod, accessible to each aqua-pura’s
Molecule; no amphibian, no duality,
Just flowing, inspiring by the ocean,
Through my spirit, my compassion,
In the appearance of humanity.
Converting radiant by the ocean
The ocean is called my heart
My heart is called my house
And my house is ‘I’,
Residence on the earth;
Trying to understand the world,
In the name of a human being.
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