I am a language without speech.
A translation in touch.
I hear through my fingertips.
And I speak with your breath.
I connect curious distinctions
With nowhere to fall....but up.
I dream in chosen uncertainties
As I inspect the freedom
That ties so unexpectedly few
To the eternal possibilities
Inside clear spaces like mine.
I was created
As were you
By everything nothing.
And I will rise for you
Until you too
See without the filter
Of your 'self'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A heartfelt tribute to Helen Keller- one of the greatest persons of last millennium. Thanks.