You start feeling something,
Remembering, Breathing,
Living,
And it comes,
Like a torrent of molten Lava,
The immaculate conception,
Of inner creation,
From where and how?
Secretive sensation,
Like Love,
No one has ever been able,
To explain its formulation,
But there it is, done,
The most enigmatic mystery,
Of all creation,
Artistic revelation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely wonderful Sandra. Beautiful and so very truthful. That inspiration of art like love springs from a place unknown but is so pure and true in it's birth. Wonderful. :)