bless are those who looks for nothing out of
something; the flesh outlook the taste where
the heart had touch the inner vacuum inside
the whole space of emptiness
look up each step as you go beyond the
limit of the altitude, the breath comes to begin
the end, the pleasing side of time surfing the
passing wind as, it glide off the spirit of
surrender to the beyond
side by side capture every face, leading to the
point of possible direction of each pole and
hold the wave of where the positive aura of
where one belongs to live
nay! anyone single out to pass that path, for
there is only one will stay at the back of your
day, all have each share and all have the
strength to pursue, regardless of any delay of
time
on line your distance the edge of limit comes
in the most astonishing glow of age.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'blessed are those who looks for nothing out of something'... i liked the philosophy in this line...meaningful write...10