Late in the evening,
As if a child I had been on the grass,
Playing with tiny lambs,
No stress at all,
I realised how much relief I need.

Relief that runs in a fawn's mind,
And that knows nothing
About the density of the forest,
And where streams take one,
If fallen into,
And that is smile of lips,
And in eyes flows freely
Like a bird
That has flown first time
After learning this art.

Late in the evening,
A philosopher I had been at the door
To find out the way to blossoms.