I was trying so hard to control everything;
My mind was tense, my freedom was thin.
The world was within; it was waiting me there;
It made its attempts just to catch up my stare.
But my stare was around; I tried to figure it out –
What the hell was going on? No single answer I found.
So I once just gave up the whole idea of control.
I said to myself “There’s no more power to hold
All those fears, and doubts and pain-based beliefs'.
As I did that I instantly felt a relief.
I made lot of stuff; I worked with subconscious mind –
And there were the answers and reasons to find.
So I am refusing to use my control.
The power of intention is the clearest petrol.
I’ve remembered it all; I’ve realized that each choice
I make every time – is what sounds in life’s voice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem