A relaxed mind brings fortune to the rest of us,
Minds are alike, minds evoke emotions with the soul,
Finding is the art of thinking, making new thoughts
And worlds of ideas that spring towards the planet.
My making is a design from above, a simple cup,
A similar story, a made film, a beauteous action from divinity.
When does the weather of the soul beat on us?
Heaven’s rain is my relaxation, forever,
And ever. The real soul relaxes, reality brings my promise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem has many meanings and true ideas :)