Leaving lies behind, raked into piles like dried, brown
leaves lying on the ground in autumn, exercising truth
all the time.
Not wanting illusions to cloud my mind at all, keeping
self straight as best as I can although being only a
human being and nothing more.
Just trying to keep an inner light glowing, setting an
example for others who may be lost and looking for a way
to God.
Not knowing how to go about it, having never been taught
to fulfill and inspire their interior lives, only being
taught how to grow their wants, needs, desires and lust.
All of which lead your being and soul to emptiness and
loneliness, having lost sight of the reality of life and
God in their lives somehow along the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem