You are the treasure.
Sparkling and radiant.
Enriching the lives of those who know You.
And those who keep themselves,
Surrounded by replicas
In the hopes they will find You there defined.
Have been restricted to become inflicted.
They do not realize how lost they are.
Even with their eyes closed.
In search with deluted values imposed.
They tell others they have discovered
The true You!
Disputing everything You have done.
Under the Sun!
And ALL that You are they can not see.
You are the treasure!
And we are Your collection of gems.
Some have chosen to glisten!
Others are satisfied just to keep themselves dim!
Accepting an insignificance to wallow in!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love that inside that great treasure we are just gems. thanks