If we had NO ego, we wouldn't stand out, we'd fade out.
All of us like this and we'd be in the silence, no ego, now...
Ego pops up and we dialog, party, shout, play, have
contrast and texture.
At some point we discover and enjoy the quiet
and drop all of the life noise, fade,
and not pop out, go quiet, silent...
observe the wheel turn round and round
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem