Its in the space between
what I intend to say
and what I say
what I say and
what the world listens
Its in the space between
how I feel
and how I express
how I express and
how the world perceives
Its in the space between
when I dream
and when I am awake
when I am awake and
when I am aware
It is simple though
simpler than finite with bends
I know it is endless and
need not stress to decry its ends
Bliss of knowing of little knowing
Earth still revolves
soul ever evolves
and amazingly for an instant
the space somehow dissolves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem