In the mirror of curiosity
the most abstract vision
swims to shore from far away places
places never discovered yet always opened
a window with no glass
a sand with no shell
upon its surface.
Swimming in a circle of illusion
where reality seems obscure
only reflection of what could be
knocks at the door
of circumstance
choices unfold
like a pages of an old book,
new again.
Shifting images
in all shapes
confront the moment
living in sublime state
only spirit would know
unfolding the mysteries
of the alpha and omega.
Is is destiny or is it faith?
Standing at the crossroads,
between two worlds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, with great imagery..