A miracle is nothing to ignore.
Like a grain of sand blowing
in the wind there is another
traveling on the same breeze
as yours.
With so many paths to travel
a crossroads is possible.
A dream is not but a dream,
it is reality within a sleeping
mind. For the brain knows nothing
of its woes when traveling through
its clouded dreams.
Until the mind awakens miracles
happen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem