My silence asks who am I.
You voice my biography
with oblique images,
nourish to flourish
the eyes of wisdom.
My existence asks where am I.
You capture the negative space
to write my positive geography
with your speechless perception.
My reality asks why am I.
Philosophy answers I think, therefore I am,
but you freeze the moment
to say I cease to exist, therefore I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem