Life is a product of nothingness
but is not buffeted by random choice.
Out of the void a burst of light existed.
A cosmos was awakened to the death of
darkness and a shining morning star became
a living being. An existence created
with a moral compass, but possessed by
desire. A change of inner nature begot
chaos and abandoned its offspring's
with astray thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A cosmos was awakened to the death of darkness and a shining morning star became a living being. An existence created with a moral compass, but possessed by desire. Thinking of the origins. will we ever reach to a point to explain it.? a very fine poem. tony