The best way of enough is all gone,
for that there is no arguement upon.
While ther is still something in the dish
there is, in Mind, propensity to wish.
Wishing is a film that spreads itself like jam
and turns the dullest pebble to a fragment of 'I AM'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Suitable title...and the last lines speak everything...wonderful write