THE SOUND OF A POEM

Don't speak! Don't listen! Don't understand! Just feel.
Delight... The greatest meaning is that. You must feel!
You can not rebel. Feel! Let it go. But feel. Yes. Feel.

The sound shouldn't be heard. The passing word does not really pass.
It leaves more like this. Don't suffer! Don't try to touch it. It’s not a by pass.

There is no translation. There is only one poem. No meaning.
Communion of all senses, never expressed rationally. Just feeling.

No one is perfect, because imperfection, is in you
It belongs to the one who analyzes the other. In you.

There is no pain. What's lacking is the courage in your life
to make from the supposed pain a beautiful way of living life.

When you are simple you can see the whole package.
In others the dimension of knowledge that we lack in our package.

No one knows anything until they go through the pages
Of one’s life book. Day after day. Life imposing in ages.

Pay attention that life will not allow us any rehearsal
to live each chapter to be experienced. It’s universal.

We ourselves make our destiny. Chance at any size
It is the inability to prepare ourselves to face surprises.

Don't speak! Don't listen! Don't understand! Just feel.
Delight... The greatest meaning is that. You must feel!
You can not rebel. Feel! Let it go. But feel. Yes. Feel.

The sound shouldn't be heard. The passing word does not really pass.
It leaves more like this. Don't suffer! Don't try to touch it. It’s not a by pass.