Lazily lying back and letting rhythm lead me through
tempos and melodies of a whole life.
Riding them so swiftly and rapidly, taking all beauty
of every landscape quietly into the center of essence
and passion.
Leading silently and softly along garden paths of heaven,
holding together pieces of a puzzle as I glue them together,
never to be lost again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem