Many still search in vain for lost Edens;
While others are seduced by the dark glow
Of modern gods and idols. The seasons
Come and go and they flirt with fashion's flows.
They never contemplate present moments
Of quietude. They spend their time chasing
The wind; pining for what's always absent;
Filling their minds with myriad trivial things.
Since I no longer bother with these types,
I've found within myself a healing light,
That helps me to deal with these troubled times,
When few precious dreams infiltrate long nights.
I feel I can trust in higher powers,
Now my life is beginning to flower!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem