As Long As The Energy Flows
Strange thing is I used to contemplate fantasies
with laughter, I regard them now with tears; I
still keep gazing at beautiful things even when
I know they are not meant for me. There is no
way the world can stop me dreaming
I willingly give up each as a nonsensical scheme,
a little sad at first; rejoicing later – no dream need
ever be true for me to enjoy its positive effects:
an unclouded brow, a singing heart, even if I
know it’s all an imaginative game
As long as I feel sun’s caress and imagine being
prosperous I’ve gained everything worthwhile,
no dream need ever come true for me to enjoy
its subtle artistry; the moment of dreaming
is in itself enough of a lifetime
My resolution is to construct a million dreams
more enticing and beautiful than all that went
before, having dreamt them they are fulfilled,
having felt them, they are realized, I’ve
swallowed the energy of their glory
Dreaming is its own compensation, joy the only
goal in life, the only ideals worthwhile being peace
and harmony, passion and feeling irrespective of
origin and their effect – as long as the energy
flows through me, I am joyously alive!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Glorious take on life!