Friday morning, June 3,2005,8: 30 am
Care absences itself the more careful we become: we stop,
look both ways, consider our self-interest then walk the other way,
more careful, more afraid than before. We care excessively for ourselves;
and we fear the terrible things that co-exist with our selfish cares.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem