Tuesday, March 22, 2016
All Your Heart
All your evil, all your good is based
On the classes of strict teachings.
Always the path twists the heart,
It pleases the height of a soul.
But do not feel the sky as you swear
Your way to the top of the ladder.
My philosophers are numerous like atoms,
My scholars pay the labourers like atoms.
For the forces are the strugglers forming life,
The opposing colours of a middle path
Blend with the ideas of a space, where we
Will be opposed, strongly opposed by them.
Topic(s) of this poem: heart