I will walk through the forest
and sleep on the green meadows,
I will let the long grass caress my face
as the soft wind blows over my silent lips.
I will sit at the foot of the mountain
cross-legged, in orange robes
and wait for enlightenment;
I will not let the darkness of the night
steal away my concentration.
I have come a long way
in search of truth and spiritual awakening.
I will wait here and pray
until I have to…
until I feel the holiness
to think, speak and act correctly...
I will chant and recite the mantras
until I grow in consciousness and mindfulness;
and if my soul cannot capture
the calmness, the wisdom I deserve
I will move on and meditate, pray…
till I can find the inner peace I seek.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Buddha was a semblance of peace and tolerance. Pity that his followers have forgotten his morals for earthly gains. A well written poem with insight..........9