Awakening from somnolent dreams of thought, seeing insight
coming from within them and using it in writing poetry.
Slowly at first, then suddenly, rapidly finding this interior
poetical process automatically kicking in.
Taking mind into a world of fantasy, rapidly processing and
making thoughts jump and run constantly while writing poetry.
Blocking out any and all nuisances wanting only to write,
nothing else seems to matter while doing so.
An intense and developing feeling of peace that takes mind
and intellect into far off dimensions.
Ones that no one else can follow or experience as it's a
solo journey for one alone - this poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem