I have a little black book
words of wisdom
gathered over the years
notes, eye-openers
realizations….
That the origin of good and evil
is deeply rooted in one’s own heart
there is a scheme to life
we can either embrace it or run from it
Being yourself is very difficult
in a society where anything out of the ordinary
are either labelled or condemned
and one should never believe in anything
simply because it is written as the absolute truth
Hatred can turn one’s days and nights into
hellish turmoil
trust is earned
religion is not restricted
to temples and sacred writings
Death is a painful truth
tenderness and kindness
are not signs of weakness
once spoken,
words can never be reversed.
The little black book
now is with all the others
on my shelve
a constant reminder
that life is a process
a mystical journey
a true version of oneself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your idea of making notes of books and events iin your life, the life we lead is the book we write. Some people like to dash in and live a slip-slop life enjoying anything without care, while others like to write with great care and get the principles together before venturing forth. Seems to me you did a bit of both and have it nicely balanced. Excellent subject, my kind of poem.