Reaching outwardly into an inner atmosphere, taking
time to research every space of interior rhythms.
Completing circles of intellect in imaginative
attitudes of rectangular picture frames.
Living in areas of deserts where I can get lost in
it's vast open spaces and climb it's desert mountains
whenever tempted to do so.
Relative thoughts being compared to what is being
projected into a common area of sense and logic.
Taking it all, running into depths of peaceful desert
realms, taking nothing but self, pen and paper.
Relying totally on intellect and imagination to write
poetry that will fall between lines of this page for
all to read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem