Sorrowfully deciding facets of life that must be left
behind in order to survive what is ahead in life.
Soliciting inner contemplation to take charge, bring-
ing vibrations of heaven into an interior universe that
matters so much more than this life on earth.
Scattering blossoms, strewing them beyond me so I will
know which pathway to follow into the future.
Reaching the end of this mortal life, entering a new
and beautiful source of eternal love, looking forward
to beauty that awaits this lone mere poet.
Standing on a lone horizon, weary of life and it's
turmoil, ready and waiting to be carried home to heaven,
at long last where I will become the spirit of God's
that I am, pure and innocent with His mercy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am reading several times. Trying to understand and intrigate the sense of philosophy within self of this poem. Beautiful.