Why do I sit here writing
these words that few will see?
These poems keep on arising
as from and endless sea.
I cannot stop the feeling
they must be released from me.
And even in the writing
it seems to set me free.
I hope that in the reading
you may enjoy with me,
the peace they give the writer
and the Love which helps us see.
These words have no intention
other than to be,
a beautiful reminder
of the Truth that lies in me.
I hope that they will find you
In peace, and joy, and free.
But if you are less blissful
perhaps they may remind you
It doesn’t have to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just keep on writing - particularly liked the last verse - in an ideal world - Happy New Year. Joey