Not too many poems

There are not so many poems,

I have written about you,

because you have never taught me,

to disregard,

now which I never want to acquire,

from the reality that,

by the time I prepare myself

to pour about you,

I am instantly brought to a field

of beyond the idea of right and wrong doings,

where I can only feel the pulse of the earth, the rhythm of the seasons and

converse with the internal voice

which is my childhood friend.