what the heart gives freely
souls will soon accept
drowning in distinction,
speaks of fate
'embers of the flame's below me
they resemble those whom walked before me
now rise, crackle and pop
in a whirlwind that flows with purpose'
The grand novice
driven by destiny
will, put his slings and arrows away,
ushered by the calling crow'
he proclaims 'the clouds will
that 'the sun will then, begin to shine
... as bright as ever seen by any man'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem