Everything is real.
We humans are real.
All non-humans are real.
Living and non-living—
each a part of the whole, are real.
Our pain, our joy, both are real.
Our sufferings, our celebrations, are real.
Our inventions, our discoveries, are real.
There is nothing
that is not real.
The real, the absolute,
is the essence that shapes everything.
We each engage in life
as the real wills us to,
guided by forces beyond our grasp.
This has always been so,
and will never not be so.
We will remain unconscious
until we truly know the real,
and when we do, we will see
that we are nothing else but real.
Let us embrace this real.
Let us stand in its light, together.
T H I S I S THE REALITY!
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem