i am not so particular
about who this Power is
who really knows His Name
and what He does?
it is something very Personal
we talk
sometimes i argue
but He does not answer in
categorical Yes or No Lie
sometimes
I do not even know if there is an
Answer
but there is this feeling, this
fleeting feeling that He is here
i do not know much
i have not seen it well enough
somehow a boat must have
an anchor
a world must have a light
a way must have some steps
an anthill to be an anthill must have
ants
this essence of my mind trying to grasp
the ungraspable, a cup with an ambition
to take the ocean inside its cupping.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem