It was self-inflicted
wound. You live outside yourself.
Go inside to find the depth.
This was my faith
on unknown. Do we have to
bargain for our truths.
When you see the beasty
of pain, you fall in love without
sensor of agitated mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beasty pain is a falling in love with out of self knowledge! ! ! !