Sleepers in the twilight world,
Awaken from placid dreams.
It's the moment you must seize
And let the future unfurl.
Wrestle with inner angels.
Give form to fleeting beauty.
Though the storm of life rages,
Cease to see through a glass darkly.
Sow sacred seeds that will reap
A golden harvest of stars.
Dive for precious pearls that lie deep
Within the Being you are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem