Driving my mental car full-speed through my book
of beautiful, shining gems, quite content with my
conclusion of spiritual incompetence, abruptly my
journey is stopped by crashing into the rock-hard
crystal of appreciation and self-love: Appreciation
of others and self is matching the intention of the
universe – and me being so happily despondent
So self-satisfied with moral inadequacy, forced to
face the fact, only through love can energy flow –
I was so content floating in the sad stream of my
discontent – so here goes: I shall give up my che-
rished negative attitude and cultivated cynicism
regarding attaining spiritualism; I shall – most un-
willingly! – work on self-love and appreciate
My life, moral ineptitude, bunions, black-hole mind
and all – love and enjoy every cynical, unprincipled
mischief-maker I come across, exchange jokes with
self-proclaimed clowns, commit sinful extravagance
with every fiendish fellow I meet at the dance…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem