and then everything that you think is hard
and forbidden has become mere drinking a glass of water for me
i find this secret to this ease and
smoothness
this is the honesty of the self,
an expression without limit
when one finally decides not to care
you pass gently from these multitude of eyes
like a prophet with his staff on that torn sea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem