Holding in high esteem
My false self image
The granules of that image flow
Slipping thru the hour glass
Turning the hourglass
As many times
As repeated deceptions
And reincarnations
I insist upon,
The sand in unique arrangements
Slides thru the glass every time
Until I release the sand
Or the turning and be
The transparent glass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sheila, interesting and profound poem! An amazing and vivid use of the hour glass throughout and particularly the ending! ! Brian Dorn