Reality
The movements of each moment
Transience and restlessness of existence
What Buddhist’s name Samsara
Our steps to eternity may be short or far
Walking into the light may be arduous or sweet and simple
We stumble
Fall over hidden objects
Manipulated by life’s stop signs
Discover a myriad of coincidences
Marvel at synchronous occurrences
We are touched, surprised, riveted, sad, enchanted, charmed and seduced. We are angered, tearful, face regrets, and fears, feel strong, or inexplicably weak
We are overcome with love, consumed by grief, hypnotized and tempted
Bathed in perspiration and swept away by passion
Along the path
The body transforms
The mind evolves
The universe expands
The spirit remains
An ever-endless circle
From the beginning to the end
From the end to the beginning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem