Questioning the realities of existence and faith,
wondering why life is the way it is.
Long hours of discussion, truths, myths, questions
and quiet answers.
Sometimes no replies are given - there are no
explanations, no images portrayed.
Southwith, riding camels of derision into complacent
sunsets, all the while acquiescing to the beginning
of life.
Opening doors of existence with each new birth -
opening also, renewed questions of reality, existence
and faith.
God, all the while listening to our feeble attempts at
understanding an entire universe, created by His hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem