Standing in the distance, seeing aspects and facets of life
for what they're for, our lives being filled with living
and dying.
Choosing what's important to our souls and beings, it seems
that we rarely if ever seem to get it right, for more often
than not failure slaps us in the face.
Feeling defeated at times, we disappear into another place
and time, interiorly entering another dimension where we are
finding what we never knew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem