Dear dream of utter aliveness-
Touching my body of utter death-
Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliveness,
The flaming source of your bright breath.
Tell me, O dream of utter aliveness-
Knowing so well the wind and the sun-
Where is this light
Your eyes see forever?
And what is the wind
You touch when you run?
In simple and short format a big question...where do the wind and light that we feel and see while we are alive hide after we die...the aliveness should answer....great work
The poem is short but simple He speaks with liking He makes everyone feel good in side We are all loved by all He writes this stuff for us so lets all love it dearly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
The flight of imagery is fantastic and raises basic questions, presumptions and assumptions.