There are times, when the mind
Doesn’t believe what it sees,
Though it knows it to be true.
Yet it vehemently disagrees.
When the winds of change blow
Wrecking everything that comes it’s way
Nothing moves it, nor does it shake.
It simply shrugs and lets it go
The mind is foolish, it doesn’t know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem