Reluctantly settling into an atmosphere of patiently waiting,
for what, not really sure, getting an I.V. at Dr. L's, one
which is given every week.
Keeping energy coming from within this poetical being and
mixing with an interior spirituality, the combination of
both takes this poet beyond limits of human frailty somehow.
Enjoying the good, positive feelings that are being emitted
incessantly, keeping this mind in an ever moving cycle of
musical rhythms, an unceasing energy fed from above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem