Beliefs are hurdles in the path of quest for truth.
Truth is felt. Beliefs are gloves that dampen touch.
God is a mythic monster whose eyes glow
in the imagination's sky! For myth must be
where feelings go global and dazzle the eyes
of Reason which fail to see
that truth can only be felt.
All else is poor Reason which limps along the road
to infinity begging for a crumb of realization
of that that knows the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem