My active soul has emitted radiation,
Those figurines are collapsing with us;
Let them open to the sky,
And they fly towards their goal.
My souls are with me, their children
Are my goal, for I love them.
Many souls arrive in this place,
Inside the crass sky is another,
The reality of the worlds commands
The lovers and lovers of people.
Just be a philosopher now that you're gone,
Going to their thoughts is much anticipated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just be a philosopher now that you're gone, Going to their thoughts is much anticipated....indeed deep & nice poem..well done