Walking singly along pathways of interior neurons that
bring together patterns and designs of an imaginational
reality, letting them play in lands of fantasy.
Alone and interrupted, giving them free rein to complete
themselves on avenues of explicit innate talent, never
worrying about where lines of poetry will come from.
Falling from an interior waterfall that never slows down,
continuing to flow throughout life, filled with a plentiful
supply of charismatic energy and auras of light coming from
an interior bluened light of the Divine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem