Does the universe dream?
As we sleep day and night
We know
Can there be stillness in motion?
As the cripple stares at the ticking clock
We know
Is order the origin of chaos?
As we felt the tremor of expansion
We know
Does nature shares our imagination?
As we create, migrate and advance
We know
A matter aka a ripple?
Interspersing our collective unconsciousness
As we accept the dictum of
The world sprang from nothing
In a single moment
Contortionist have we become
One on top of another
Achieving simpleness
Our paradox of life
Small makes bright
Big emits puny ray
The end is never near
We know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem