The crazy sutra
folded and unfolded
plucking the strings of my heart
in dangerous and unforgettable ways
Remote and transcendent
The Power reached in and took
remorselessly, and gave in equal measure:
balance was attained,
and regret disdained.
Following these sequences of -
following these, following….
I took my leave;
I did not grieve.
‘The wind bloweth where it listeth,
and thou hearest the sound thereof,
but canst not tell whence it cometh,
and whither it goeth:
so is every one that is born of the Spirit.'
So is, so is, so is….
Sometimes we feel its good that we don't know things at thay time, but afterwards we come to know by then it has already passified.
The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.'....your words are really good in these lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well expressed poem. Beautifully crafted.