Somewhere between the slow birth of consciousness
And the emergence of soft, radiant words;
Between twilight realms invisible to the eye
And the solid world of static certainties...
Somewhere between the glow of the first star,
And the butterflies fluttering about the bloom of flowers,
Lies the hidden place where the ego dissolves;
The unblemished realm of profound, pellucid peace.
Thanks so much to everyone! I thoroughly enjoyed composing this particular poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can hear a call from heaven... What an absolutely terrific poem!