Our egos want to believe they are real but I don't believe what is real is born of us.
I believe we have to stop pretending to know, and pretend instead we don't know,
like children that is the empathy we share in all it's beauty.
We are only dreamers with the power to change our nightmares into flowers of our own dreams beauty.
(June 2,2012)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem