I WAIT TO HEAR THE SILENCE OF MY OWN POEM
I wait to hear the Silence of my own poem
They say that Silence is a form of waiting
And a form of Attention
I do not know what to do with all those Meanings
I have lived too long to be satisfied by Interpretations-
The Silence I hear and the Silence I am
And the Name I am and the Name I do not have
All this is only some small part of all I have known and felt-
How real life has been through so many other worlds
Words too do not have a soul after being overheard so long-
The silence is coming
It is the long silence
It is the forever silence
It is the silence of nothing and all that there is
Don't tell me then that I am not afraid
And that I do know what Silence is-
What I know only is these words
And what are these words?
And who am I?
And why is anything?
Oh G-d Forgive me for the light I do not have-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem