Thoughts and remarks are just sparks from up higher
That move around and rebound, like echoes of sound,
Ignite then unite little words with a fire of desire
Until they form a chain of wisdom, we try to explain.
It is not I nor you who these wonderful things do,
To be blest with our full rest free from all stress,
Our sleep complete and true, the Mind moves renewed,
With resistance released we find it reaches its crest.
There is a need to know the way your mature pulse goes,
Large to little from our middle and just under our hair,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem