like the way horses do
jumping over fences
Like the way fledglings
overgrow nests and fly over
the trunks of trees
so shall we
who are learners of this craft
of living
must transcend what we
once believed to be all true
we were taught how to think
like fire from dry wood
like heat from sand that offers
mirage for real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem