Riding roughshod over plateaus, going through desert mountains,
rocky roads and going down into ravines and canyons of beauty,
many echoes bouncing off the walls, giving voice to mountains themselves.
Riding forward, checking out the beauty existing in nature,
taking pictures in depths of mind and intellect, placing them
on photographic screens within.
Continuing to show them altogether as videos flowing night and
day with an interior energy that never ends, being suspended in
the beauty of nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem