Words written within ancient history seem to be a timeless knitting of souls as they flow through time.
I imagine poets of old listening to how their translated words resonate today and then chuckle at words defining lives unknown. Oh…unheard whisperings of ancients.
a meditative journey 
I wonder how often they would say…”That’s not really what I meant.”
Or, “Are you sure you’re talking about my writings?’ Thank you for sharing your thoughts