when i was a professor of
relevant thoughts, of the old pillars,
i grade you with your ability to
give the answers,
and then i quit
and then i enter a new world
another university of a kind
where i am my own student and i
grade myself with my
ability to ask the hardest
questions of my life,
if there is an answer, i fail
myself, and
always there are answers that
keep coming and
i am at a loss,
i am not quitting,
i will wait for the kindness of
my best teacher,
the Most patient Time
i am confident, there will be
one moment when the toughest
question comes,
and there will be no answer
and then i shall
pass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem