Out of the shadow,
Clarity washing away the residential delusion.
Indescriminate light blinding my soul,
All I knew-now,
Not.
Air of the light, thin.
A journey once predictable,
Now breaths on its own.
Delusion shattering,
As stained glass to floor.
Looking away a fleeting comfort.
The light, the reality, the clarity, the journey must be.
For it already is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From each journey where we wait the end in sight we make again....iip