There's a world, far beyond your reach,
Where, every sound dies back into silence.
Through the empty space, that enables it to be,
And that silence is much louder than thoughts.
Where, the stillness pervades within itself,
A dreamless sleep all above in my eyes,
Or else, a conscious death in an unmanifest world,
So that, I can assume the motionless vibrant,
Consequently, it's the gospel of Paradox..
The portal between matter and no-matter.
Consequently, it's the gospel of Paradox.. The portal between matter and no-matter. Nice idea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting poem invoking much to ponder on! Nicely done!