Last journey
It is burning before me
Where I have stayed and played
It’s burning before me with wood as wood.
Flames are high and low
From my burning body
Watching this and thinking back to my past
some thing funny they are
What a small amount of air
that dominated the days of mine
How many trifles and quarrels
in the days of it’s life
How many relatives and foes
In it’s régime in this world
Tears affection and lust on sex
Where they are? And
What they are?
In this session of my inquiry
A light of mercy nears to me and
Hold me with it to it’s world of glee
My travel continues there and
crossing many universes on our way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
let us know if the journey ends in one.....fellow traveler....John