Went into this long weekend
totally unprepared, expecting
children to visit, cancelled at
the last minute
Only one book to read, finished
too soon; looking at quotes jotted
down from Deepak Chopra “How
To Live in a World of
Infinite Probabilities”, cringing as I
remember the derision of members
in French conversation class when
I tried to explain
“I am a holographic representation of the
universe, manifesting as a continual space-
time event in the probability amplitude of a
field of infinite probabilities”
“How To Live in a World of Infinite Probabilities”
Deepak Chopra, Random House 1998; p.36
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem