It's not the traffic
It's not the noise
It's not the competition
It's your ill-defined mind
That seeks
And that seeks
Visit your neighbour
Care for a cup of coffee
Visit people in dismal
Care for a plate of generosity
Visit your own mind
Compete with your inner self
And do the book some justice
Else you're more or less a copy
What is true happiness?
I don't know
If there is a fake version
But to some extent it's the counting (greed)
Voids and Ruled out life
You have everything
And you have nothing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tenzin; voids and ruled out lilfe.........that sounds interesting. can you explain that for me please? bri edwards