I wish there were a way to share this insight
of clarity somehow crafted from an unreligious soul
whose sense of managing life monitors something
about my cognitive functions. While I am being religious
it is really the life manager who interrupts, not God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Do we know ourselves at all?
Nor not even what is defining us in ways we don't define ourselves. Here I give a go at thinking that must be my mother.