The Foot Steps Of Water
Sohrab Sepehri
Life's a pleasant tradition
.Life's wing is as vast as death.
Life's a jump the size of love.
Life's not something,we put on the mantel of habitand forget.
It does not matter where I am.
The sky is always mine.Windows, ideas, air, love,earth, all mine.Why does it matter if sometimes,the mushrooms of nostalgia grow?
Let's take off our clothes.Water is just a foot away.
Let's have a basket andfill it up with all the greensand all the reds.
We are not to comprehend;the secret of roses, but maybeswimming in the incantation of roses.Or may be looking forthe song of truthbetween the morning glory,and the century.