When I drink body shrink into a point
And the point; hangs within void,
Connection between the two; the joint,
I can’t remove, I can’t avoid-
Hate not, He whispers –
Only you love,
Clean all the blisters-
More they hate, more you love,
Fragrance of flowers is for all,
Those who love those who pluck
Flowers -corpse - decoration in hall,
All enjoy seeing them; that’s the luck
Close the eyes and feel the whisper,
Concentrate more for more clearer,
It's all a fragrant, pure, and pretty poem in the messages that are found in it. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hate not, He whispers – Only you love, Clean all the blisters- More they hate, more you love- - - -> hard to do but it is what we are called to do and the only way for there to be peace