Stepping stones, climbing mountains of imagination with
beautiful artistic grace and precise, life-giving rhythms.
Grasping rocks and branches along the way, reaching into
pockets of delight with exhilaration and heart-felt joy.
Listening quietly with moods of altering degrees as light
falls from bluened rainbows of interior contemplation.
Developing special prints on screens of mindful
anticipation during a lifetime of artistic endeavors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem