In my car, in the snow,
Having no particular place to go,
I dream contentedly
And realize how few
Obligations cannot be construed
As to be avoided...
This capability
Of removing all stability,
Keeping no attachments
Is a prerequisite
To entering the holy kingdom,
No mingling persists
Tormenting the free-will
Of world's separate
But parallel,
Apart which we avoid...
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i like your peom! even though you maybe writing from a point of veiw that i cannot see, the way i see it is just as beautiful! please keep writing poems like this.
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem....nice flow of words.... good job