Is the death
cessation of breath,
of the numerous longings,
of the depression and suppression
and of the macabre
of earthly relations?
What is death?
Is it the suspension
of belief and disbelief
or of sensory cognition?
What is death?
Is it
to be of unmoved heart
at someone writhing in agony
or to be deaf to
the spheres moving in symphony?
It's not
just, from a body,
the departure
of the soul but an initiation
in to an unseen world
with all its manifolds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem