Rise beyond the weight of moments,
beyond the noise that clings to the world.
Leave behind the ache of questions,
the sharp edges of what was.
There, is a stillness waiting,
a space untouched by fear,
where the self dissolves
and something greater begins.
Let go of the ground
that once felt so solid.
You are not bound by it,
you are not made of it.
You are the wind,
the sky,
the infinite unfolding.
Transcend,
and become all
you were meant to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem