You think of God sitting on the throne...
...in the Heaven, far far away from you;
And like a baby bird you long to fly to him
You think of the shortest path going to him
That is the path going through you to yourself
Know you are yourself the destination, be sure!
You think the travel to yourself needs...
...a great sacrifice and effort
But know you are a steam effortlessly going...
...back to the ocean...
...and then again painlessly starting...
...your circular journey from yourself to yourself.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem