Mirrors don't shine
they are reflections of what we think
what we do, not how we look;
Gods can't change the disposition
that we hold on to and exhibit.
No life is greater than that of truth:
simplicity in what we desire and acquire,
complexity in what we discard and depose
for that is freedom from within oneself
no matter who gains, who suffers the pains
one has to adhere to greatness of purity
for insincerity does not ring its bells
as time and age conceals realizations;
life is about reality, life is about admittance
life is about walking on this ground, our earth
and finally under this ground in its bosom we sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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