How bright the room seemed! It was as if a ray of light came from the book, a luminous tree whose branches spread out across the ceiling. The leaves were fresh and green and on each branch flowers bloomed and fruit hung. The flowers were faces of young maidens, some with radiant dark eyes and other(s) with clear blue ones. The fruits were sparkling stars. All the while the most beautiful music could be heard.
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He [the pixy] experienced greatness. He saw what we see when God, disguised as the storm, walks across the turbulent ocean. He cried without knowing why he cried, but found that in those tears happiness was hidden. "How wonderful it must be," he thought, "to sit under the magic tree together with the student." But that was not possible; he had to be satisfied with looking through the keyhole.
I aim to be able to find this meaningful flow and awareness.An Amazingly good write from one who teaches the heart'Much'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very imaginative piece written many decades ago to this very day today. A keen insight into the human psyche or id like inflated ego. Very nicely done. God bless all poets-MJG.