We were born in bliss.
But in our chaos
it gets obscured.
The soul is always in the search
of the experience of bliss.
Bliss is the ocean.
All the other joys are tiny drops.
(This was published by me in Micropoet under the name of my beloved mother Genova Maaa who passed away at a young age. I published for a long time under this second name. i write to keep her memory alive as long as i live) .
Creation was made for you and i! But, mankind had made things difficult. Nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bliss is the ocean. All the other joys are tiny drops. A wonderful little poem that has profound meaning. Tony, you are great! Full Vote :)