Rushing quietly into a safe place where only coded rhythms
flow all the time, peacefully reaching contemplative echoes
of the Divine.
Wanting to get closer than ever to the wonder that music
always sends into this poetical intellectual mind and in-
tellect.
Sending messages far and wide as rhythms never back down,
just continue moving into this beautiful morning, loving
the movement of likeable measures.
Ones that are tripping into pathways of a lifetime, never
losing track of where this mind leaves off then picks up
once again right where it left off.
Reaching into the atmosphere as many instruments play, en-
ticing and extracting rhythms that are closely associated
with intellectual pursuits.
Writing, following measures of music and time into tempos
that capture and always captivate this mind, delving silent-
ly into the beautiful scenery and imagery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem