Buddha pome
denied,
and tired and tried,
made little sense
of nothingness
and lost a great deal
of empty,
in the picture
I have known to
be me,
figure of stupidity
and harsh self indulgence,
and so old to trip
into infinity,
like this,
but without a
drunken wrapper,
I do face the void,
everywhichway,
all of time
that dies with me,
was only partly mind
anyway,
a dillusion!
real - a mirage as such!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ego sometimes allows a person to run behind mirage. But erasing this and proceeding ahead matters a lot. Wisdom makes a man gentle and pleasant. This poem has deep insight....10
Thank's Mr Mahakul for commenting on this thought. Unfortunately this is as far as I can extend, as a conscious being, in the West it is much more difficult to measure oneself, as a materialist, who has coexist...