How to express with words
that which precedes all sounds;
the clock ticks time
and speaks nothing of eternity:
Futility in the desire to write
of that.....which is this;
illuminating meaning
in twenty six shapes
that within a certain order
seek to carry the formless,
atributeless, universal reality
back home from where
It never left.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice David, and many thanks, I've been looking for a strong reference on the alphabet....! ! !