If the heck with the action
of awareness is to straight your spine
And close your eyes with a strap
and with a headphone to shut your mind
Then the rose in my hand is a lie
The color of the rainbow and the green of the leaves
The azure of the sky makes it meaningless
The horizon towards which you cannot move your steps
And listen not to the roaring of an ocean
You belittle your life
As sniffing is not enough even to dogs
Mind it, oh, fake seekers of awareness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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