This, from the imagination
first to all; each and every mortal
short minded, and of foolish soul
seek of the gathering minds…
transforming thoughts and
questioning others that
think, speak, and have
escaped from those ‘legions’;
bound, driven and lost, craving
that one above humanity
within this, those consciously aware
now recall living’s mysteries
and then…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem