Joyfully riding along, mind scattered among the clouds,
wondering curiously what is going on in India while I
sit here and write.
Memories flood back of all the great times and good
people that were met and was able to enjoy life with,
India's people being so gentle and brilliant.
Accepting this poet, being very spiritual, never want-
ed to leave there, looking forward to returning soon,
getting over these bouts of cancer forever.
Living in the midst of pain, radiation and coming to
terms with all of it, not wanting to bring any garbage
or debris to India when finally heading out to go there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem