In the fullness of time
the strangers have no turning back
across the cities and continents
with an emptiness of longing
seeking the masters of way
that will melt and unify
our broken hearts
when the sublime takes over
another journey begin
walls of sensory began to fall
what is this madness rushing here and there
as people battled for holy grounds
and source of powers
In the shadow of deep nights
one is ready to bow and touch the earth
of gatheredness when life ends
let our spirits be soaring freely
in your delightful vastness beyond
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the vastness of horizon.........will penetrates the ozone of...eternity...the eternal life....beyond lives............