We straddle the fringes
of wakefulness and sleep;
awareness and oblivion
we walk about in a trance
not knowing who or what
we really are
or what we stand for
We lose ourselves
in vanity and over indulgence
and delusions of egoistical grandeur
There are the signs which flicker
and beg our attention;
innuendoes which invite us
to understand our nature
but our ignorance
drives us blindly
into the depths of
abysmal sufferings
Our consciousness
stretches like gauze
and scatters like leaves
In an autumn wind
There is need –
dire need
To sit and gather our thoughts
in absolute and total stillness
and listen to the sanctity of wisdom
emanating from the deepest
canyons within
originating from the origins
of a God endowed beginning
We need to become one
with stillness
So that time
ceases to drive us blindly
and begins instead
to write its canon
on the papyrus
of our souls
and lead us into
the ever widening embrace
of space beyond space
time beyond time
wisdom beyond ignorance
life beyond death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a masterpiece well done