The sea II

The sea II

 

 

When the water of rain comes down

and the sound of wind whispers,

 

my dark green skirt,

my blue coat,

and my white sleeve

are dancing

with a fierce dance of conciliation.

 

The one who pays attention to it

is only a rowing boat

awakened from sleep just now.

 

I bear the all dirtiness

flown from the separate streams

for the peace of the world.

 

And I

throw away all the desire which will rise up highly,

endure the slap of the power of the world,

and absorb the fury.

 

 

So

I come to be considered as the sea.

 

 

However much I may feel pain,

However many I may take off the layers,

Can I truly inform the Heaven of my inwardness?