Maurice Frydman Poem (Title Unknown)
I am at the end of the tether
and can’t break the cord
All my going ahead
is a deceitful dream,
All my thinking not true,
all my feeling not pure,
“A Poem” (title unknown) by Maurice Frydman
Heavy with the mud of many lands I was flowing lazily,
Making obstacles of myself out of my unholy accumulations.
Suddenly I awakened to the freshness of endless beauty,
And felt the eternal environment of endless peace.