A goal that can't be complete in ones life.
Becomes the legacy to follow.
Mapping out all these hollow hills.
Brewing a masterpiece in a strange looking still.
Here have the first cup.
Do drink up.
There will be so much more to come.
The work is never done.
At times it can be fun.
Challenging ones mind.
Portraying the divine.
With great spirit and energy.
The battery that gives a limited life.
Finite are the possibilities.
From the day of your birth.
Growing old, growing cold.
A heartbeat that dims.
But know it's not the end.
The circle repeats.
Following that blinding light.
It's not black and white.
It's not a matter of doing whats wrong or right.
The philosophical perspective.
Curing all this indigestion.
Today I feel much better.
So I am writing my next letter.
Painting all forth coming dreams.
Antiquated as it might seem.
Got to get it out so I don't forget.
A moment must marked before moving on.
Riding through the coming storm.
And as the wind blows.
As the thunder echos.
As the lightning makes its final strike.
I know it will be alright with it up to you to continue from where I left off.
As long as your heart, your soul is willing.
Delivering the murky shadow.
Hollow be thy name, till it's time to make you claim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profound Poem.10 As long as your heart, your soul is willing. Delivering the murky shadow. Hollow be thy name, till it's time to make you claim