Time passes
Time passes
so swiftly,
and there's no stopping it -
the relentless river rushing toward the falls.
It will soon be time for the great transition (as per belief)-
are any ever truly ready for it?
This little sliver of living
between great gulfs of infinities
The Return
The Journey completed
Starting out again
in reputed fields of bliss
and eternal abiding Love
that can't be imagined
Thus is human hope
The Truth never known
* * *
The continuation
The Journey never sated
Passing the torches
to fields of fractal knowing
A refining and rejoicing
that encourage imagination
This is my human hope:
that the truth can be
approached
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem