A mystic experiences
disenchantment with
the technocratic world.
He sees a society
worshipping frustration
and barrenness.
The world is full of shadows.
The way from shadows
to substance is a long
and tedious way for a mystic.
His interior turmoil
in this search for a way out
increases day by day.
One has to discern his role
in God's historical process.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The world is full of shadows. The way from shadows to substance is a long and tedious way for a mystic.... loved these lines. It is a beautiful poem on shadows having stunning expression.