A most formidable foe this self is
Rarely its guard lowered for long
For when it does in the light comes
And the dark is dispelled by the sun
In that moment I see the truth in me
Shining bright in all its splendor
Then before long I sing this song
Joy to the one who’s self surrenders
All you seekers and searchers of the truth
Who wander from this to that and back
Just be still and maybe you’ll see
A crack in the self like me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem