Life makes us
Or breaks us,
A chapter written
Everyday,
But it's up to us
To do our best,
To plant with zest,
The wonders
The spiritual infusions,
The good kind feelings
That should give rise
To Beauty
Art, Love and Compassion
Above,
Everything else.
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I would like to translate this poem
Ah, yes, we are what we eat. If we feed our mind and heart Only human stuff from the street We never even make a start On cultivating compassion and love But if we feed on the divine It lifts us up above The baseness of our time