What is life?
What are our experiences?
What do we feel
From our entrance till our exit?
Hunger, satiation, thirst, warmth, cold,
Gain, loss, noise, music, joy, sorrow, love, hate
Each day these feelings dance
On the stages of our lives
Impressed in pages of our memories
Like shadows and dreams, these ethereal feelings
Minus physical substance, yet the stuff of life
Providers of experience, goals for striving
Unseen, unheard, unformed
Yet they drive, impel, compel us
Are they real or fleeting as imagination
These questions began not with me
They have been and will be for those after me.
March 18,2014,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem