The worded word is often lost,
The Heard word is often forgotten,
The wordless word echoes within,
Its echo is felt reverberating in and out;
In the centre of this wordless word,
Is the soundless word...
in the still world;
Go into the centre of the still world,
You will get to the world of light,
That shines all the time!
There is no day no night;
Life is truly a journey from...
The world of darkness to the world of light.
Mykoul
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I would like to translate this poem