My dear men,
Please move
And interact,
And glance over
The energy
That are within.
My dear men,
You are the sea,
You are the waves,
You are the air,
You are the ether
And you are agitated.
My dear men,
Think not yourself
Independent any any time.
Think not yourself
Original also anywhere.
But pluck your own flower
And offer to the self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem