the more you understand
the more you accept, and if you accept
things as they are, how can you complain?
what you understand is that everything is in a flux,
and what is in flux, is moving, changing, going, moving,
never static, and you realize the wisdom that this
whole universe is vending you:
everything is temporary.
the change you want now, is overrun by
another, and another,
and another
until you yourself is gone and you
do not even know who you are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem