between the dark and the light, lies the shadow of truth.
in the silence between the tick and the tock, time has no meaning.
here, in the confluence of nonexistent repetition and unforced continuity,
waits a fate neither made of mortal will nor divinely manifest;
hello and goodbye are but illusion,
consumed in the momentum of candid consciousness
as never and always converge on the breath of the infinite.
in this place, love lives without the confines of construct or definition;
never to part nor be made condition of consequence and circumstance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem