Music paints hearts with beauty, sates it's desire with
quiet, gentle repose.
Life is kept at a safe distance, right inside of our
beings, it is not foreign, it's a part of us.
Touching and listening with hearts of joy and burden,
learning to live with one another through ourselves.
If we cannot be there for self, how can we possibly
help another?
Knowing what we are like within is the beginning of
understanding with our fellow man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If we cannot be there for self, how can we possibly help another? Self knowledge and self love is basic in human relationship. thank you dear Roseann. tony