torsdag 24. desember 2015

Seasonal Greetings to all my Readers.


Dreamed pleasure is pleasure,
    albeit in a dream.
What we suppose of ourselves
    we become,

If with a focused mind
We persist in believing it.

So do not censure my way of thinking
About things,
    beings,
    and fate.

For myself I create as much
As I create for myself.

Outside me, indifferent to what I think,
Fate is fulfilled. But I fulfil myself
    Within the small ambit
    Of what is given to me as mine.



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