Heart Talk Poem by Irvan Hermawan Saichu

Something beautiful it's hard I caught
Because when approached so heavy as too incredible
I'm working on it too heavy?
What if I would ever catch him?
The way I should be alone like a god.
And it is very tiring
What if beyond my strength?
Would so what am I?
Hopefully I'm in a straight path
Look at me, myself who was never peaceful
I want to be liberated, but the course is so difficult
Do I dare to leave the mundane?
How does this policy remains a burden
Who was born just being quiet?
But I have to go there to the beauty of any cost
The way I should go from here
And I approached the farthest
That every time is always sacred
He is a peaceful and lasting beauty
Liberation and out of the illusion
This torture or ordeal in
I try to understand I headed god
I take a step which needs a lot of sacrifices
And the time running very, very slow
From one o'clock to twelve o'clock the night
Beauty is freed from illusion
The illusion that contain circles of discontent
Once again be careful to talk
In tadlhxonphile will reside
Without illusions I'm liberated, I'm empty
No load, no suffering
All vacuum may also say the beauty of