Pictures and portraits being painted through music and its
rhythms on a continual basis, not adhering at all to any-
thing of normalcy, intellect functioning on another level.
Exacting, precise, yet delicately fragile like petals of an
aging rose, an interior consolation bringing wonder and awe
into this complacent being's soul.
Allowing it to just BE and become, a source of enlightenment
that cannot be stifled by any others for it comes from within
a bluened light of the Divine.
Giving blessings and grace into this awaiting soul, joy and
happiness recreating moods of positive vibrations, a sense of
purpose dedicating life to the energy coming from heaven it-
self where I once stayed for a while after dying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem