Stringing along, strumming the guitar with emphasis
on life's struggles as it is being played.
An intensity found only in the greatest of players,
touching our very souls with their beauty and serenity.
Softly beating and taking me into realms of an interior
life of poetry.
Special and proficient talents being totally pronounced
in everything composed musically and written poetically.
Thoughtful and adhering, coasting hillsides of snow,
sparkling with glistening sunshine not quite penetrating
it's surface as yet.
Soon though, we will see drops of melted snow, dripping
onto earth, fulfilling and beautiful, entertaining self
all the time.
Going intensely into an interior universe, spelling out
contemplative spirituality and fascination of the Divine.
Glowing into twilight with an energetic blaze of enlight-
enment and purpose, not readily seen on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem