I hear a noise like rushing wind.
See stars move around the heavens.
Planets spin crazily around their suns.
All watched with conscious thought
for I am here,
at the very centre of creative abundance.
Somewhere.
Yet I have not moved.
Isolated, without belonging, in a vacuum set without time.
I hold the universe in my hand
and can travel without the presence of movement
for I am a time traveler.
Lord of time and cosmic master.
Able to go to any point in the future -
or back in the past-
such relativity is a matter of comprehension
set along the progression of space and time
that's endlessly connected -
from beginning to end to beginning.
Hearing the sound like rushing wind is very amazing definitely. Fantastic sharing done with reality.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic write, enjoyed reading it.