This incisive light,
Now cuts through the fragile cord,
Between life and death.
It's a moment of release
From myopic plans
And schemes. It paves the way to
Possibilities,
Never imagined before.
Wild birds of longing
Transcend mundane conventions.
It renders symbols
Redundant. For it is pure,
Flowing and not fixed.
It's the essence of wisdom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem