Softly playing rhythms are touching my mind through
Chopin's melodies, filling me with spirits, soaring
beautifully into the stratosphere.
There I fall into the wonder and awe of childhood
fantasies and creative imagination, intellectually
finding spirituality in tune with my heart and soul.
Giving intense pleasure throughout every moment in
this life, finding creative ideas being designed by
intellect.
Imagination taking patterns, matching them quickly
and quietly into thoughts, so poetry can be written
constantly.
Rhythms folding and unfolding, touching upon the
Divine, giving reasons for being, having faith and
hope, yet still not really knowing beyond that.
Living in the uncertainty of this life, doing my
best to survive it's difficult times along with those
that are fine.
Slowly moving between lines of reality and sublime
imagination, doing the best I can as life carries me
forward into the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem