Live while you're living, remember the dead
don't need your sympathy; they're past their pain
(but yours is just now beginning, they said)
Compassion yourself, if you must bleed
And if the empathic delusions exceed
The floating sum balance, that you're here right now
In spite of existence of pain, disease; how
You can wake again daily, though without a plan
(And you know no one holds you in the palm of their hand)
So live while you’re living, without holding back,
just borrow some light, from other stars on your track
Then dream of some heaven, if you find that you must-
But as for your living, stay right on the cusp..
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I would like to translate this poem
nailed it... the true heaven is in the life that you live!