joy, peace, stillness,
forgiveness, and understanding...
seems like it shouldnt be so hard,
what else is there that matters?
we keep looking the wrong way,
keep turning our backs on the truth.
forgetting where we came from,
with no idea where we're going!
life runs like sand through our fingers.
we race madly towards the flame.
are we moths, would be gods,
or just small children,
who've lost our mother?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true, we go through life looking for what we want, If we are lucky sometimes we find it. A great poem.