i went under it and found no end
i climb over it and found no end
i went through it and found no end
this over powering thing that i cant explain
this wonderful perfect bliss in it i remain
it conquers all yet never fights
Dances high with flying kites
It sweeps away the morning dust
and keeps me warm from dawn till dusk
if anything feels greater let it emerge
but in this place i remain submerged
people in away are your mirrors...and you are the one which see...that reflection... let not the mirror...write for you...you feel it...write it...
Great poem. it kinda leaves me guessing what you are talking about. Did you mean for the person to guess what it was or what? Either way good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice philosophical poem, thank you for sharing.10