Waking from dreams, music and rhythms flowing effortlessly
from an interior photographic screen, always being filled
with rhythms of moods, and positive attitudes.
All coming from a bluened light of the Divine dwelling with-
in, seeing many flashes of lightening striking this mind
with colors of sound penetrating intellect.
An innate wisdom and knowledge, never allowing for anything
to be buried, preferring to have an eternal openness coming
from mind, brain and intellect.
A combination of landscapes that always touch the wonder and
curiosity of this mere poet, rhythms and music forming the
many lines of poetry throughout the years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem