Wrong - everything,
Wrong - everyone.
Wrong - conception,
Wrong - direction.
No liberation,
Each one is in
Dangerous position.
No understanding,
No realization.
All are useless
And misdirected.
Truth is far ahead,
No happiness, some say,
Though, eternally situated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Though, eternally situated. Thanks for sharing. Sylva