Meditative Me
I didn't know what to do.
I didn't understand myself,
Or others in general.
I didn't know what to do.
It seemed my mind,
With thoughtless thoughts,
Mired in the mud.
They just roiled in the mud.
I now knew what to do.
It was just to be.
To be the meditative me.
Would you believe?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It seemed m, y mind thought. Really very wonderful poem drafted really. Interesting.