I look out the window.
A plain landscape I see there
Is full of some peculiar aesthetics.
I look at it, thinking,
The goal is to be a butterfly,
Not a cockroach in the eyes of God.
The goal is to enjoy what is given,
And not to crave for.
Good usually comes by unnoticed,
Evil is always talked about.
Your life is an image
In the book of the Universe,
The goal is to come by unnoticed.
No matter what the reward is,
Guilt is heavier than magnanimity.
Fighting is not about blood,
Striving is not about vengeance,
Life is not about being black-hearted.
Your life is a tiny world
Inside the giant monster.
Turn this monster into a well-doer
By showing it your own generosity,
And it will give you someone to estimate
Your shape and your aesthetics.