Fine verses
Soul that writes
On the
Computer
Of the heavens
Types
Types
Types
Through
The long
Deep
Night
Stealth hid
In a safe
Mask
Roamed
Slyly about.
Around
The Voice from Heavens
Rang
Just one big
Single
Sound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a peak experience in this poem, namely - AROUND THE VOICE FROM HEAVEN RANG JUST ONE BIG SINGLE SOUND. This strikes me as the sound that sets cosmic patterns into motion. As such it predates the human presence, or at least human participation. We are still hearing the echoes of this great sound, and it will continue to echo until time stops and the universe implodes. A Hindu inflection on the theme of cosmic music.