if only
a doctor could
medicate
the guilt and hopelessness
with the blatent intention of leaving
creativity and energy
intact
but they can only
drug your entirety
i guess in modern medicine
you cant pick
or
choose
(9/12/09)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
creativity and energy remains entact, when we actually sit down and meditate on the super soul to help us retain theseenergies which sustain us.your musings are nice and enjoyable to read, straight from the heart.best wishes and thanks. ritty