The baskets of advice are too old,
battered with too many holes,
not well woven with scientific facts,
These baskets of psychological scripts!
The baskets of advice are too heavy,
still the troubled human want to carry,
The resourceful man's abandoned cherry,
the baskets of neurotransmitter diary!
The baskets have the peace arms,
hidden in the handle of the knives,
even the innocent brutes not spared,
not let the human to live their simple life,
if it is just a guidance, I want to inherit,
if it is a proven text, I want to reprint,
if it is a threat to peace, I may let go it,
if it is the truth, I will obey it.
Truth is a difficult concept. I accumulate facts and try to disseminate, but leave truth up to the individual
Very, very old the baskets of advice are. This poem is entirely interesting and thoughtful in sharing. Inheriting such guidance in life matters a lot. Fantastic sharing done.10
a case of so much in the handbag you can't find what you want without tipping it all on the ground
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I take topic of this poem as religion. Religion are the laws made for humans and God didn't make humans for the laws. But we always behaved as we are made for our religions. That's the problem and that's the misunderstanding that made man a social infernal beast. The basket should be repaired and on the bed of faded petals fresh flowers may slumber on to spread the aroma.