I gaze longingly at fleeting moonlight
On this cold and wet October evening.
Sometimes I wish I could transcend these times
And be like the stars: so free and glowing!
I guess I'll always be tied to tired earth.
How many among us still dare to dream?
How many comprehend beauty's true worth?
How many are resigned to mundane schemes?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true as we'll have mundane duties to do But hey you're here to have a spiritual go - thanks for sharing this 5+ piece
Thanks Yiyan. Yes, I feel it is important at time to focus on the need for the spiritual/ the transcendent especially in these crazy times!