Retreat
Stretching across the vacancy
some faraway knowing
has tasted the opium
of this vastness,
this place before birth
in the ether of infinity,
this paradise of spaciousness
emptying life of time,
a home
for the weary traveller,
a space of rest
for the overcrowded mind,
an ancient song
we left behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Things we sort of know and things we don't. Lovey poem.
Yes it's all such a mystery Barry