there is anxiety, pain, and change
and pursuit and activity and growing and boredom
and all that each refuses to face
and so seeks solace and comfort through diversions
through a hundred thousand mind-creations
and affirmations;
and dragging oneself into the mire and obscurity
insists on dragging others into the pit too:
there is no clarity; no seeing directly…
it is all tradition and revelation and what one is told
and repetition - loud, loud repetition;
it is all myth, belief and pursuing what should be
rather than seeing what is there:
each drags down the other, and all sink together
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem