Attaining heights of an interior sanction that cannot
be had any other way than through the fruition of
an inner knowledge.
Capturing the essence and beginnings of an excellent
particle of this formidable past, taking all of us
into being, leaving nothing undone.
Yet finding that life is being left alone on an old
abandoned highway of circumstance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem