and in the backdropp of my mind rest the cacophony of an
incessant chatter
side by side with moments mellow, the kind that illumine
the mind, and then the heart
countless nocturnal peregrinations have been visited the ghouls of my yesteryears
am i glad! , that the ghosts of the many are not mine to entertain
take for instance, the plaguing ghost of success as we have it today
i'll have none of that one, as the measures of mankind are richer than that yardstick,
who's to say that the life well-lived is but
a decidedly accurate arrival at the
unambiguous selfsame conclusion
the haunting continues 'til a few
haikus in zen-ness
eradicate certainly
the gnawings, the ghost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem