Swinging in lines of adversity we get caught up in other people's travesties without a clue on how to disentangle ourselves.
Paths of diversity open up, welcoming us into patterns
of living heretofore unknown to us.
Realizing reality's dreams are kept hidden because we
can't cope with such direct visions of naked truth.
Hitting us straight as an arrow after accidentally
discovering what has been kept from us all along.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Realizing reality's dreams are kept hidden because we can't cope with such direct visions of naked truth. i liked these lines. it made me meditate. you seem to be mystical in your writings. i appreciate deeply your poems. thank you