Existence is a thing you first watch
as it seems to disappear,
two eyes centered
on wavering flames,
you learn to move through time.
The physical fades in and out as we sleep and wake,
behind shadowy curtains that hide our entrapment,
haunted by a radiance that's only reflected.
Memories chained to light or darkness
move back and forth,
like dust motes wander,
mirrors of the moon-wanting mind,
heavy worlds which explode at our suns leaving
Life itself being like a wardrobe we must occupy
till at dusk discarding the nothing left within
but the shadowed breath of god.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow your on a roll it seems