there's the life
in one's quiet and silence
without books and texts
and all the discourses and expositions
there's the life
unfettered by words, ideas
and all the systems and preachers;
there's not a single book
literal or metaphorical there
there's stillness there -
and one observes
and one does not impose on
what is before one
all that traditions and revelations
have imprinted on the mind
as cattle are branded
There one puts
all things away
so the waves appear as waves
and what is outside and within
are seen, observed as they arise
one makes no demands
and there are no demands on one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem