How do we profess
what we can't understand
The very nature of this
takes on certain demands
If it's truly beyond
our ability to know
Something deeper is calling,
where thought cannot go
These walls that surround us,
this cave that we're in
False images dance,
Plato's fire burns thin
To truly cross over,
breaking free of its chains
We must turn our eyes inward
—to release and proclaim
(The Book Of Prayers: November,2020)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like the line " false images dance" ..................very descriptive