Rising into interior depths of being, holding onto peculiar
events of living, hoping to bypass the unnecessary ones
without ever having to be absorbed by any of it.
Looking through angles and their designs for exacting patterns
made from coded rhythmic designs through music, poetry and art,
settling into a placid interior lake below a waterfall.
Thoughts, ideas and concepts that constantly fulfill priorities
to be written down in prose and shared eternally with whomever
in the world keeps asking for them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem