I am surprising myself by reading everything about
electricity, the deficit thereof and reasons why, now
quite saddened by the senseless violence with which
the people in Africa fight each other and destroy all
infrastructure, burning and destroying forests while
dependent on wood for cooking - again the strange
enchantment of feeling while reading has me in its
grips, my heart has been touched
And my mind is tortured by what I read of war and
reprisals, the only help is my guru insisting that we
respect the desires of others to live differently and
leave the smorgasbord of life intact - so those who
still need to act out primitive passions have a place
where they are free to do as they please; this is the
best course by far, the challenge, excitement and
adventure create heroes and saints - which is
So much more interesting than administrative life
13 November 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a strange poem. I'm not 100% sure what you are driving at?