Most of us live through their whole life...
...as if the world were their last abode;
Some of us livethrough their whole life...
.as if it were an empty dream;
Some of us live through their whole life...
...as if it were their final breath;
Their are others who live through their life...
...as if they were half dead and half living;
Sometimes they live firmly on the ground!
Sometimes they think of flying to the heavens:
With their eyes half open and half closed!
With their heart half open and half closed!
Their are others who know the reality of life
They do not live their life like watching the ghost...
...moving from room to room;
They know they are real, and so are not obsessed...
...by the fear of Hell or the hope of paradise.
They do not seek anything but to be conscious...
...of the existence of One-reality.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem