When thoughts recoil and logic dies
when the very brightest light
enfolds upon itself and blazes
without traversing to any place
both and either close or far
when touch reaches to every star
and has no reaching out in space
when every face shines with grace
each heart is held in one same embrace
and every bud holds a waiting smile
each leaf speaks of roots beneath
every sound sounds pure
sounds its sound inside not out
then I know that You are near
and You never went or left from here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem