Among the tall dark trees
And the shade beneath
In the lonely paths, narrow & muddy
Lost my path Lost to world Lost to past
Among the beings still & green
Something is found within
No more rush no more to seek
No image of future dead to past
Choose which search for what
All is fake a dream an illusion of mind
Are you so busy so tired so dull
Clinging to your made-up world
You have brain why don't you inquire
You accept made-up ideas
Worship & aspire for made-up ideals, don't you?
You ignore and forget your self the real
You impose the reality upon the dream
And believe and shout loud about the dream, haven't you?
Among these innocent beings still pure & real
Once again you have lost your identity
And yet once again the unknown knocks the door to your heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such beauty in a message meant to awaken Kedar; yet I'm sure I have not grasped the totality of this piece. Lovely