Walking under an umbrella of thoughts constantly raining
upon intellect, growing and expanding in heights and depths
of an interior spirituality.
Refreshing each of them before forming intellectually into
prose, an intense bounty of mathematical formulas flowing
from intellect through their rhythms.
Creating, forming landscapes and portraits of a life being
lived fully here on earth, putting puzzle pieces together
on a continual basis throughout life.
Seeing and thinking in pictures, at times visions falling
into intellect, wanting to be expressed, recognized and
written into poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem