With the ego cast away,
You see this gift in brand new lights.
The bigger picture is revealed
Within the landscape of the skies.
Though there are no absolutes,
Its where our perplexity derives,
Etching the grand enigmas
Of the mysterious divine.
Still, the empty certain man,
Bereft of the simplest revelation,
Walks with foolish snobby pride
As he proclaims his coronation.
But in time, his vessel withers,
For it wasn't all that sturdy.
I smash the crown into the earth
So that its dust may join the worthy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem