In a spiral of confusion
We're spinning
more and more losing ground.
Trapped between
birth and death
we bear
our thoughts well.
We bow down humbly
To night light
brighter than the sun.
We are afraid of
subconscious awakening
and foggy trails
of mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The confusion of human beings depicted amazingly in this poem! Fantastic!