The Poem the Poet and the Poetry are one.
The Pen the Ink and the Paper are one.
The Writer the Reader and the Reading are one.
This is the essence of what we cannot express.
When this is known we give expression to the essence.
And our true purpose shines, self luminous in the darkness of unknowing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your thought -provoking style David. Justine