you see at the top of the mountain
beside the clouds that have become so close to me
like some kind of
domesticated wolves....
you mistake me for a god of the sky
i am not
you tell the man beside you that i must be a
prince of the clouds
i am not
not even the earth shall own me
for i am not of earth though i come from its feet
i belong to no one
not even the trees or the moon and its stars
why am i here? block to block
every corner of my skin pitted against each other
and i rise from my
own profanity
having known the link between sin and love
between God and Man
between Good and evil, between the boundaries of these
seemingly irreconcilable odds
the tunnel of personification of the personal views
honesty and authenticity
flesh and blood and spirit and soul
mind and body
lust and love, that is where i first made the start.
here i am now at the summit of it all.
sitting lotus amidst the murkiness of the pond.
silent, deep, and mindless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem