Here i wanna try,
Even when i cry,
To behave like a satori,
Detached from my body.
See yourself as an artist,
Life as an art,
The soul that can travel
From trance to reality,
From reality to trance,
I seek to be a satori,
Who can win over pain,
Without anything to gain,
Travelling through various,
States to various states,
Shifting to the horizon,
Far from my body.
Yet disciplining it to guide,
To understand the reality,
Becoming the reverend to see
As a master of ZEN a satori
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Kelly... good graces.