Happiness, contentment and fulfilment all have to be found
a home within us to calm the turbulence that tears us apart; every day.
Every virtuous movement causes a landslide-
if you can, reach that first tipping point.
Then you'll already have one foot in the door-of-heaven
and be trapped in the permafrost of eternity and love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem