understand
by now that the travel
of the self is just
for the self
there are ambiguities
of directions which you have
to interpret for yourself
and then decide where to
really go
there are so many dead ends
where most people stop and die
and be gone forever
you have the guts of the prophets
the instinct of wolves
do not quit keep on walking
steady the journey
if you have to sleep
sleep but only for a while
you must keep on going
towards that one and only
road which leads to your
final freedom
keep the silence so you can
hear what destiny in whisper
truthfully says...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem