Turning around, always circling life, not getting involved in
it's activities, not interested, just wanting to use it's ex-
periences to write poetry and compose music.
Letting sounds flow continuously, simultaneously, enjoying
patterns of light and darkness twinkling in this mind, chang-
ing designs as they revolve in this atmosphere, hoping to
capture their essence in a poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem