He chased himself
Through tangled labyrinths,
While a straight line led to the finish.
He broke through
With heavy battles.
No peace at all, unbroken war.

Someone will say: unwise.
Here it is, the road.
Why crawl among the bushes?
Because there, where people do not walk,
Where their feet do not step,
You will gather many mushrooms.

From A to Be — an accessible goal.
To ride the beaten path is easy,
Glades and thickets in caring thoughts —
That is the search for paradise through the hell of doubts.