Who am I?
I am out of this planet,
No dream, no aim to nourish,
I am dead within my inward self,
I am a self without self,
A soulless substance with no core,
I am out of this feast of Life.
I am without the sense of I,
My am-ness died many days ago.
The sun rises and the galaxy drops,
The Moon gleams with no rigid light,
I am lost within the space spaceless though,
I am where I am not with all my hopes.
The emptiness shines through
my eyes ever blank and blind,
I am between the two spaces;
Mindful and mindless beatitude.
I am a soul with no knowing of its shore,
I visit this place with many a dream,
Local and spiritual,
All is vain with bright view of death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am where I am not with all my hopes. You soul is into the spiritual realm. Very nice poem