I traversed deserts..real..unreal
For a glimpse of you..
And was caught in a reflection.....
Your hands..soft and supple
Parting away but near..
Your aura sweeps into mine
Becomes me..beckons me..
Is this the mind..the obstinate me?
or could it have a meaning?
I hear a distant voice
Calling me out of this phenomenal world..
yes, within me
Or is it another way
Of averting my misery...?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poem words float beautifully.