Keen pleasure of life comes from within;
When you’re making a wish, become its absolute twin
And then let it go with no pursuit at all –
It’s a gift to receive; it’s a fact, not a goal.
After it’s done, withdraw your eyes
From it for a while; it will come as surprise.
And while it’s on the road, tweak fearful beliefs –
Let them fall down like the last year’s leaves.
Don’t let any fear to dampen your spirits.
They are odious lies – all kinds of fears.
Their razors are dull; and love is a tool,
So tell to each fear: “Don’t play me a fool!
I know you appeared in those days when I was
An obedient child – all scared and lost.
I was humble, and sad, and completely unsure.
But my heart is so pure! And here’s a cure”.
So give total love to each of your fears.
And during the process you’ll burst into tears.
And you’ll dance, and you’ll laugh and have so much fun;
You’ll play like a child archly sticking out your tongue.
Cause all facets of truth are polished with love;
It’s a halo of joy; it’s a song of your mouth.
It cannot be mute as it sounds all around.
It’s a part of yourself you badly wanted to find.
If truth was your hair, it wouldn’t be tangled.
So learn it; look at it from all possible angles.
Before making a wish, become its absolute twin,
As power of life is what comes from within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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