Life is a figure of dots
We try to bring sense
We try to join them dots
As you pass one,
Another zooms into view
Each moment is a race to the next
Direction frustrates you
And distance depresses you
It isn’t equi-distant
Nor is it one-tracked.
It’s just a figure of dots
Like a child join them
And wonder at the sense
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At times, life can be very confusing. We can't faint, but must seek to connect the dots, that we might find the Way.