doe, a deer, a female deer
ray, a golden ray of sun,
fa, a long long way to run
....
me, a name i call myself.
you are right.
me is my name. I call it myself.
and it is pushing us
to an illusion, an allusion, of a self,
identifying too well with it.
it. just it.
me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem