to see, hear
taste, smell, feel
go astray
by our senses
wall, ceiling
ground
all are spaces
but yet
we can't go through
why?
are things illusionists?
if not
no sense can guide
no truth by sense
thus
we need watch
to know the time
but do we know it?
senses lead not
neither do meters
but what thing can do it?
what thing can lead?
or guide
if all, illusionists
the illuding
be not guiding
then no things
we need what beyond
what beyond?
is it a thing?
never
things mislead
remember?
so
what is it, what beyond?
by answering
you can know
why are we on earth?
but
you can't
why are we in love? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem