I imagine that
the soul in its natural identity
is a potentially lucid crystal
left alone in the realm of darkness.
It remains perfect in its own nature.
But when the light shines on it
it is transformed into light
and seems to lose itself
in the splendor of a higher nature.
It is the nature of light
that is inherent
and dormant in the soul.
(How to Pick the Best Shooting Mode among Auto, S, A, Manual in any Situation - Phowd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem