At the beginning and throughout our life's journey
we don't know where we're going until we arrive.
We walk many winding paths and cul-de-sacs,
often believing that we have reached our destination.
For a while we may achieve some contentment,
but then we question the purpose of our tasks.
In reality our journey is ended by our last breath,
but during the time between of our first and last,
we have been controlled by a solitary dictator.
Not the Omnipotent, or even mother nature,
but pure and simple circumstance,
this is our master and navigator.
Some believe that the final breath signifies the end,
but others believe that it's only the beginning.
Just another step along the endless corridor of time.
But this time, as a spiritual life-form fully equipped
with all the knowledge and memories, you acquired
for your final eternal journey to the sublime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem