I saw the tip of the Qomolangma.

The saussurea involucrata is bloom on the highest mountain of world.

There a petal of flowers are fallen from the the mountain and become a skiff.

It’s stay in the world to used in ark.

I  get on the ark and make an oath.

I using my body as a pen.

My soul as the ink.

The universe as my paper.

I cross the wide world to planting the poetry and plowing the field of my inner heart.

No matter when it’s strike roots and make stamen.

The world is me.

And I’m the poetry.

In the dimension that our home planet was drifting.

The poetry is the exclusive mother tongue of all of lives.