Beating hearts scattered bellow grey skies,
Broken salty waves drown their souls,
They have that hope for better days,
But move slowly into the unknown.
Tears come and go, rays of sun
Tickle their beautiful, sad faces for a while,
Then, a new rainstorm arrives,
Pushing them under the water again.
How to step forward in times of challenges?
Transcending their stories, their conditioning,
Burning down the masks of the ego,
Dropping the costumes of the body.
Only Silence will show the way,
All else is just another mind trip,
A rose eventually discards its thorns,
Let go and let God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem