No use
This truth,
No use
This love.
Go out from the circle,
Go straight.
But where to go,
The question is as before.
Where is the circle?
What is its use?
If no love is there,
If no truth is there.
Use this truth,
Use this love,
For life,
For time,
For eternity.
No perception,
No reality.
But see life.
In life
Nothing in use.
The truth,
The love
All are there
As before.
We are all
On our roads,
Seems one, though.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem