Change your pants every day,
Off with your shirt too, the socks,
The shoes; lose it all.
Change your skin like your
Perceptions. Each sunny
Day, walk through a grave.
Walk it again at night. Terror!
Suffer into truth. What might
Seem scary can become
Merry joy when you are aware
Of what mortality is—fair.
At times it helps to suffer into truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem