Skating along inner pathways of being, traveling silently into
and out of passages of time and measures of chords that capture
and entangle this mind with enchanting rhythms.
Ones of enlightenment and possibilities, steady, never wavering,
taking hands of time and being guided into fields of tomorrow's
visions.
There lies our lives in different perspectives while we blindly
progress daily, not even knowing what lies ahead of us, being
blinded by the present so directly that most people cannot see
the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem