A person begins to live when lapsing into
That extra-ordinary place called
Creative Time, which is no
Time at all, when Birth and Death are
Monumental fission and fusion of
No beginning no end no
Wonder we wonder wonderful things
Beside ourselves to see futures and
Pasts and presents we never knew existed
Before.
~ Laurence Overmire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem