A beautifully silent life exists in a spiritual realm,
yet many people don't even recognize this fact, as they
go about their daily tasks and business.
Never appreciating their inner beings or interior lives,
where their souls are nourished in order to feed them
hope and faith throughout life.
Meanings and definitions of our lives are a mystery, yet
they can be known through our silence of being as we live
and breathe through each everlasting moment of our lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A moment of reflection, introspection and focused, honest thought eludes most. The experience is often referred to as 'spiritual'. Even as an atheist, I can think of no 'better' adjective.