MY LIFE IS CRAZY WAITING TO AND ME

I am my illusions I am forgetfulness;
Lived for hours, asleep!
A mixed lightness of open wound;
Where the hyodo does not heal;
To bleed in my soul;
The awakening of the sentinel in pain;
And whipped, I cry gently!
To cultivate my own agony;
Oh how sad I am!
Get lost in the painted walls;
In a melancholy fever;
Mix of love and hate;
By the wounds of Christ in me;
By Buddhist contemplation;
What practice, I feel!
I will heal my wound;
I will heal my anguish;
I will plant flower seeds in myself;
Roses! Orchids! Bromeliads!
I will be a flower garden;
Butterflies will fly above me;
I will be a smiling wind;
In the endless sea ...