the Lover...
has built a fire.
what will you feed
to the flame?
your possessions,
your titles, your masks,
not needed...
not worthy to be...
your heart, your soul,
your innermost desires,
the very breath you breathe...
stand naked, and surrender...
your self to the flame!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One has to feed one's self to the flame. Wonderful idea!