Bail out, bail out
of the centrifuge
of regret, the maelstrom
of resentment; shirk the phantom star
of self-destruction.
Accept the polarity
of experience, but do not submit
to emptiness and anguish;
turn toward the beam
of every smile and laugh
without restraint.
Joy runs and joy streams on
like alpine brooks
and April rain. Let it flow
over you and then
let it go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice sentiment well put good stuff Nik