We too
Here or there inside
Whether on plains or inside just
A cage
As caged birds
We
Always have a heart
That beats
And so long
As it beats our tongues
Voices and thoughts
And verse and chants.
We too
Be like night birds
Though
Oft and by large prefer
At night to sleep
Yet
In our hearts
Even if so sleep
There the Sub-Conscious beats
We too
With the Sub-Conscious have
The root
Of all of us
Our dreams our ideas our deeds
And
These combined
Our thoughts and more
Civilization to all peoples addressed.
What is more of the root to human race?
We too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This strikes as a poem that discovered itself as it was written as one aspect of the theme WE TWO came forth and then was followed by another and then another - until you reached the region beyond individual existence where everything is undifferentiated - JUST A VAST UNCONSCIOUS LIFE POTENTIAL - Asian philosophers call it NOTHING and Western philosophers call it PLENITUDE but it still the same mass of possibility