Wandering the streets of my mind, looking at everything,
living brightly and avidly, taking time to adjust feel-
ings, attuning them to insistent rhythms of being.
One with nature, a solitude of sorts that continually
tempts intellect with it's purity and goodness, tantaliz-
ing and usurping turmoil of life for moments in time.
Nothing can interfere with the totality of the Divine
dwelling within a bluened light right here in my soul
forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem