The sea shells gather ash
As my bookshelf’s gather dust
As the lies in which you trust
Once in furnace turn to rust.
All the people that you see
All the smiles that come your way
Each their destiny to be
Each to them a word to say.
Free yourself of shackles binding
See your self the light all blinding
As the secret you are seeking
Becomes the secret you are finding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem