When I feel weighed down with worries
and all the problems of the day surround me,
sometimes I need to stop and remember..
We are as nothing
To only see what is before me,
and feel what I can hear or touch or sense
is deceiving and tricks my mind into forgetting that..
We exist as nothing
From the depths of the universe we are captured.
Nothing more that a mote of dust
suspended in a sunbeam...
We seem as nothing
Those things that we allow to drive us to despair and sorrow.
The sadness we feel that seems unsurmountable
Looked at from a different perspective, we realise
We remain as nothing
So much left to discover, even though we are miniscule
within the observable Universe, the incomprehensibly sized cosmos.
We may never see the light from other galaxies, yet we know
that our blue planet is everything
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the greater journey of life we are but a picosecond here. We let our little problems keep us from life. We have to let our thoughts with our hearts soar out beyond this beautiful sapphire sphere sometimes to escape the misery. Another poem filled with truth. Thank you. 10