I am alive: moments
of which I know nothing
and cannot know anything
It's only a split second
after that I realize --
my mind divides it
into myself
into others and objects --
what altogether is not there
when I live, then I am
one with everything
without any
attention and senses
appearing to be involved
It just is and cannot be
any other way, sometimes
with an after-effect --
a Knowing Feeling
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem