Walking on ice, in a perilous open field
We step in a lot of darkness,
And our soul dips in thick solitude.
The days of effulgence and smiles
Are far and gone, lost in the abyss
Can the Heart remember the way out?
Nothing is permament here in ether,
Even the mud, fog and gloom
Will parish on the screen of Awareness.
We are the Light!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem