Like a river bursts its banks sometimes,
We need to extend ourselves beyond our capacity
We need to extol our shortcomings
In order that we could find the courage to be more daring
And exhort ourselves, if we feel we aren’t true to ourselves
Our motivation is not self-destruction or repudiation
But a simple fact of pushing the veil of perception
Undoing the many impediments that are silhouetted on our every little attempt,
To make it work.
To make it happen, we need to shovel and then believe more in our efforts
At first it might be just dirt that we encounter on the spade
But if we keep at it, doggedly so, we are bound to strike gold
And everyone would want to borrow our spade
While we lie back and admire it all under a tropical shade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem