Lost In Translation For Now Poem by DM W

I attempt to translate
Soft visions of eternity:
Gleaned from meditation.
But like a paltry part-time painter
I can only transcribe in vain
Mere shadows on reams of paper.
For the slippery yet profound truths
Emanating from the translucent light of being
Are seemingly beyond the scope
Of mortal earthbound expression.
Perhaps I should take heed
Of wise Mr Wittgenstein;
Who once pronounced that we should
Remain silent about all the things
We cannot speak about.
I know that frail words are
Imprecise tools: Conveying
The bare bones of symbols & signs.
But I simply cannot rest
Until I have mastered
My art; so that I can convey
In my own idiosyncratic way
Life's flowing textures of meaning
Like spring flowers in full bloom.