Here we appear in this physical place
from wherever we came, no recall
we bring no memory and know not
of its span nor nature at all.
We arrive alone, will go again alone;
when it is time to depart from here
this our bodily other home
we yearn to know to what we return.
As we are impelled to leave, to go
to this unknown space, (though we
believe we return whence we came)
this place of which we do not know.
Is it the same place we visit as we sleep?
in orgasm, and as we laugh or weep?
We leave physicality for those brief spells
but return as we move between body and soul.
Yet as we go, what is needed we don't know
touch, feel, smell, taste hearing and sight
all needed here but not there in that busy sphere
of activity in the chaos between, death and life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem