My soul, what ever do you want?..
For many days I have found no place for myself,
for many days my eyes have been trying the ground. 
My soul no longer agrees to stay inside me,
leaks out of my fingertips
into the wide world. 
I fly with the seagulls in the sea of blue, bend my green thin body in the wind,
fall in a thousand raindrops and feed the rich soil. 
Once I have been like anyone, simple and strong,
and thought I knew something about something...
But then one day something unspeakable touched my heart,
and the sky poured into my eyes. 
Since then, I speak not, become what I sense, 
and harbor the whole world in my breast. 
I'm so tired... why this torment
of being torn into a thousand living parts?..
Or maybe it is just that my soul, wishing to leave my body, 
wants to grow as grass out of the earth?..