I am only sure of uncertainty of that I am certain,
the way is unilluminated.
dark it maybe but a steady path,
the more I know the less I know.
so I travel in uncertainty,
yet somehow knowing that the journey has a purpose
no matter how many branches or byways may entice.
so I travel certain of only one thing uncertainty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem