the self is a mountain
you can go exploring
some parts are not reachable
and some parts so riveting
you just wish to sing them songs
some parts are caves you can shout
and hear your own echoes
some parts are a make belief
haunted house you can frighten yourself with
some parts are chambers of
mysteries you can get lost on your own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Comparing the self to the Mountains is the glamorous idea, which is evolved from the observant mind. Well written!