In pain and in despair,
The Ego is weak,
Still, it is in ego and in vanity
Enough of malice to challenge the good,
Knocking the door of vengeance
Then, commiserating the Self.
The naked eye
Sees with the mind
A reality with presumed unfolding;
The real path,
The path of truth:
It is in Heart—
Guidance towards Light:
Feel its sparkle
Pulsing in your chest,
For the eyes of Mind
Are almost blind.
I find the title so poetic, and the poem more poetic and touching. Well written. I will be happier if you read, and cooment on my poems. Thank Mihaela Pirjol.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An inspirational write. Touching inscription. Challenging life is painted cutely. Lovely poem.