Walls of distrust fall sharply,
The bubble of inaccessibility bursts,
When they look sincerely into the soul,
Burn through the ego with Love’s Spark.

In a hostile world
Full of dangers
They do not open to everyone.
If they do not avoid the cold,
Then the heat,
They see a threat
In the poor and in the wealthy.

From swamp to gold with a sharp change,
By transforming hypocritical pride into soulfulness
Sharply throwing off the masks of the dull,
They unexpectedly reach
The neighbor’s Holy of Holies.

(To the blogger Dmytro Kravchenko-2)