Structure and technique are automatically being
used by intellect, never having to think or have
any thoughts in mind.
Looking into a vast bluened atmosphere, nothing
in mind, picking up a pen and begin writing from
this total light filling my mind only.
Wonder, awe, none of it appearing, only feelings
of intense joy and blessings continually filling
my being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem