Song of circle
A circle is in the circle
Leading to the miracle
Of universe,
Ever bending to a point
That begets countless circles,
Life seems circle
World seems circle
Universe seems circle
Even both mind and soul
Be circle without shape
But somewhere it mixes,
Nothing is out of it
Everything is growing and dying
Inside or outside clinging to circle
From fetus to embryo
And embryo to a full-grown,
And at every turn of life
No hope is free from circle!
Birth, breath and death
Synchronize in circle of the circle
In and out, everywhere
Beyond the knot of the mortal thought,
But within the tie of recognition
Life is the circle of creation
and moans like receding bubble
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is the circle of creation, Yes indeed, and creativity begins with a small circle that enlarges. Zero. a dot, and smallest circle, as is infinity the biggest. Yes, life is a circle.