Can I ever learn to be in the now and the here
to inhale the joy of the moment; the bliss of the hour
to erase the past pain and deny future fears
to remove the thorn and replace it
with a flower?
Watch the mystery of the moon; the glint of dawn
A flash of ecstasy; a glimpse of the celestial gate
The song of the angel's horn; the sweet glide of a swan
to enlighten my ignorance
to silence my hate
Yes, those rare precious moments where nothing exists
Outside of this mental eclipse lies Nietzsche's void
Must not let my mind know the present it resists
How quickly does all surely pass (in time and haste)
Often without reflection, gratitude, or praise
How many of these shadows have I to waste?
In a projection of a future that's always a maze
If life is a river, then I only wish to float
Meander with the flow and meditate its course
Too many have sailed and sunk with the boat
Stay in the current
Feel the soul's gentle force
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem