How shall you find the way?
The world is awash with noise.
Fearful of silence every radio blasts
the tattered remnants of stillness.
And even words poetic seem to raise a clamour.
I speak to you now
in a soft and coaxing whisper.
I reach into my heart for the words
that will open the door into your heart,
and once you begin to tread
the path, you alone may journey
to the ineffable
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem