The mind wanders, toward yonder,
Restless and unforgiving in its motion,
The heart suffers while it ponders,
The meaning of truth and emotion;
Why does one move toward chaos bleak,
Following the trails of the mind?
Has there to be a desire to seek,
For stillness, calm, and peace to find?
Easy to acquire are freedom and lust,
Wherein evil grows the mind,
Order and unity are turned to dust,
Hard to find, easy to rescind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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