Breezes blowing through my mind as I listen to rhythms,
following them through mazes it holds within.
Solemn and enduring, the melodies soothing and taking
me into the comfort of an inner sanity.
There I am fulfilled in the breath of the Holy Spirit,
being totally quenched within heavenly music.
It plays so contentedly, being wonderfully attuned,
stretching and holding onto many pieces of life.
They're forever being thrown and scattered over earth
by the breezes flowing through my mind's imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem