It causes nothing but pain and agony,
That something that cannot be seen.
And when choosing to let time just be
Temptation will be steering an ugly fiend.
So castaway all that cannot be set free.
It is the crutch on which to lean.
And don't fight just to be mean.
Don't be your own worst enemy.
Open your eyes to life's precious garden of trees.
Her beauty is yours to wash a new pathway clean.
All that emerges is the magic of loving what always was more
supreme.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem