A heaven made of aware Light,
A limbo made of erratic mind,
Projecting together a foggy world
Of motion and drums.
Too heavy for hollowness to bear,
Too brutal for kindness to stand,
Too loud for silence to squeeze it
Into its immanent arms.
One shallow happiness after another,
Alternating with sadness and pain,
Disorientated in a lyrical script,
This is life, fermenting in samsara.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem