Imagine the field of corn in autumn.
When the wind catches the corn,
the corn bends low with the wind.
When the wind is gone
it finds its own poise and balance again.
Be gentle with yourself.
Create a mind in rhythm with itself.
(I published this Poem in Micropoet under the name of my beloved mother Genova Maaa who passed away at a young age. I published for a long time in this second name. i write to keep her memory alive as long as i live) .
Understanding theRhythm of Life is the ultimate aim of every individual which he undertakes knowingly or unknowingly since early age. Creating and/ or molding a mind in Rhythm With Itself is the first step in that direction, as per my opinion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Be gentle with yourself. Create a mind in rhythm with itself. Very nice words.........