Deep where there
Are no mirrors
Where there are no
Echoes
Is where I am not
Only a still voiceless
Voice
Only a soul
Not mine
Not yours
Possession cannot exist
Silence
Has no master
And stillness no mate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic a deeply moving and thought provoking work, brief but a great in-depth analysis of once self as reflected in how we honestly see ourselves on a primal level. The only thing is so much of our lives are bundled by those that we interact and relate with that it is almost impossible to some times analyze who we are without happen to separate ourselves from our environment to find our true identity. Still a great work