The beginning of the path

The basket of words spoken in the back, nothing came .....

Run only to the cause of birth,

The essence of the life cycle .....

Praying fervently from the filth of ignorance .....

Floating in the current under the cover of unnecessary hatred .....

A waste of time listening to superfluous sentences .....

Self-drifting is the only way to be born.

There is no need to be afraid of fake assassins or cowards.

His principle is enough, the one who created ...

Poetry: The beginning of the path