Music softly playing, enticing my mind to follow
rhythms of an interior spirituality, keeping me
alive.
Allocating solemn peace and serenity to every
corner of my being, lifting spirits, elating me
totally.
Nothing can penetrate the essence of spirituality
as it fills me so completely and entirely, always
wandering in a vast universe, nothing to bind me.
No thoughts or ideas, just an all-consuming desire,
staying within this spiritual realm, nothing to
interfere with this total bliss of heavenly beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We can feel your spiritual calling, As all else around us, keeps on falling. Thanks for the projection of this feeling It makes us feel a sense of healing.