Waking to a new morning, watching life rise and get
moving, people getting ready for or going to work,
taking their children to school, going shopping.
Everyone with something to do, finding tasks to keep
them busy throughout the day, all types of things to
give away time in pursuit of happiness and joy.
Filling calendars with lists of things to do just to
stay busy, never considering time to just sit still
and contemplate on their spiritual interior life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is very much a Poem of the External World! It is packed with details of of ordinary life, the bustle and wonder of society in its purest form - that is, you don't dwell on the problems of urban life - another time, another poem can do that. This one is filled with the glitter of life but you close with a proviso about the neglect of the interior life.