I am still angry with Rudi for rejecting
my lovely theory, truth is not needed
for ideals, possibility is endless and
probability is created by our beliefs
Doesn’t he realize how many people
have been helped to survive their lives
positively by holding onto a dream,
by trusting in something bigger than
Themselves, I believe in the power of
the mind, we create what we think we
see, I shall always keep reading beautiful
mystical theories, making parts of it true
By living my life as the spiritual masters
do, fully aware of what I include – making
sure to respectfully exclude all that creates
disharmony, allowing others to choose
What I reject without ever making them
wrong – I’m swallowing – I shall respect
Rudi’s viewpoint too - right after hitting
him just to make him understand
How big the sacrifice in letting him
off the hook…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem