No, the path is not lost
We are just held back
By the music of the river
And by the cool silence
Of the green hills
And by the touch of
The human flesh and blood
May be unknown and impermanent
But a dream is an occasion
of celebration
And the throbbing of heart
Speaks of the divine plan
O children of light
Why bother if the path is lost!
If there is no night
How can you dream?
And if there is no dream
How can you celebrate life?
O children of immortality
Drink the wine of death
That gives the taste of honey
The path is not lost
As pathlessness is the path
As silence is the music
As stillness is the movement
And the dream is the life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem