I thought of the old world.
The world that full of ancient knowledge.
...
I have no right to change the world.
I have no right to judge others.
...
Do not want to be an enlightener,
Just be a person who are not selfish.
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Do you want anything else?
On top of hill soft wind flow.
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Ancient World
I thought of the old world.
The world that full of ancient knowledge.
Humans, animals and trees are oneness.
I dream about the old world.
The world that everything has its spirit within it,
The spirit of trees, the spirit of mountain., the spirit of river and sky.
People look at nature without the eyes of materialism.
I dream about nature.
The place that have no the big building.
And human brain free from business, profit.
And lethal germ of selfish.
The place that we learn from everything not only read in books.
We can sleep well without worry and our hearts can hear the sound of bird, insect, wind and vibration of nature breath.
I thought of the old world.
The world that full of ancient knowledge.
Humans, animals and trees are oneness.
I dream about the old world.
The world that everything has its spirit within it,
The spirit of trees, the spirit of mountain., the spirit of river and sky.
People look at nature without the eyes of materialism.
I dream about nature.
The place that have no the big building.
And human brain free from business, profit.
And lethal germ of selfish.
The place that we learn from everything not only read in books.
We can sleep well without worry and our hearts can hear the sound of bird, insect, wind and vibration of nature breath.
I thought of the old world.
The world that full of ancient knowledge.
Humans, animals and trees are oneness.
I dream about the old world.
The world that everything has its spirit within it,
The spirit of trees, the spirit of mountain., the spirit of river and sky.
People look at nature without the eyes of materialism.
I dream about nature.
The place that have no the big building.
And human brain free from business, profit.
And lethal germ of selfish.
The place that we learn from everything not only read in books.
We can sleep well without worry and our hearts can hear the sound of bird, insect, wind and vibration of nature breath.
It is such a joy to read the poetry of Wander Angel. We do not come across such poetic solitaires every day. Simplicity of presentation along with logical treatment of the subject is the hallmark of the poet's style. The reader is impressed by his intellectual maturity. All the Best, Friend.