Sitting at the top of the mountain,
In the open air,
I couldn’t breathe in.
Sitting near the holy pyre,
The woods burning,
I couldn’t even feel the fire.
Sitting on the green earth,
The flowers blooming,
I couldn’t even reckon my birth.
How can there be lack of water,
Near the ocean?
I tend to ponder.
Sucking in, not giving in to the claustrophobia,
I intend to combine ocean and fire,
Not to forget the earth and the sky,
Believing in the impossible,
Why not just reach out for more than possible?