When you fall into sleep,
Your mind lets go its creatures,
All the dead and living monsters created-
Haphazardly, accidentally, or on purpose.
And even though they should have no reality
in and of themselves,
For one person on this earth, they are more than real,
Closer than reality.
And there is no escaping on earth
What the earth-dwelling mind
Has once called forth into being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh yes very good I do so like it...