Yes,
the land was visible,
clear
From the flying blue sky,
And the floating white clouds,
everything, as clear as that
A little familiar,
a little strange,
what name did we keep?
by what name did we call?
Yes I faintly remember,
it was something like that
It eluded me
just when I remembered
When we would be closer
Maybe I would remember
Every path, every destination
Everything and all that
Then we will think,
Weather to walk
On that wet grass
Or to take a flight again
We will have time to think
For everything and that
Right now
I am there
and here too,
I am not the sky
Neither the ground
I am beyond
Of everything and that
It's a long flight,
now I'm far away,
I fly above
where
there is nothing
and yet everything,
this and that
In response to request by John Melone. Translation with resonating feelings and thoughts of my earlier post
Udta hoon uchayion mein
Language is a medium to transport the feelings from my heart to yours
My Tales Within 