To go out
Spotless from here
Is very difficult.
Still then, I have entered
And tested the atmosphere.
And I see only truth,
And I see only one color.
And I see only one creature.
My words are my worth here,
All are my near and dear.
Sorrow is no longer,
Life's process is clear,
With the touching of
Nectar without any impostor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life's process here in this world