what i can't understand
is this search for self, as though
myself is an isolated island and
there is a boat looking for a piece
of land to dock itself,
i am not that type of boat
i am a moon
and i always see things from
above
this self, and that island, they are
all the same,
and that boat is nothing but a speck
of doubt in my ocean of
certainty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem