then the dirt will be
visible.
the blemishes striking.
you do not say
as it was written.
we were experiencing it.
we are no longer strangers.
i like it this way.
it will be penetrating
and long lasting.
it will not fade. it will
stick to me and
i will fully understand it.
did you not say that
wisdom is different from
mere knowledge?
then i will know what
is wrong.
then i will know how
to avoid it.
and i will not even
avoid it
because i have to.
i avoided it because
it is not a part of me
anymore.
i avoided it not because
our ancestors told us so.
or the authorities so
decreed it with all
its concomitant penalties.
there is a rock in the
middle of the road.
there is a mole in your
face.
there is dirt in your
forehead.
there is a thorn in
your heart.
we do not say it.
we understand it.
and it most understood
this way.
fully fully comprehended.
then i walk my way
without thinking about
the law or about the judgment
or about the consequences.
i am righteous now and that
is for righteousness sake
and not for anything else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem