Literate potential fills me unexpectantly with a
curious wonder, taking me off into a universe of
spacious contentment.
Experiencing a freedom of sorts, a defining of
who I am and who I'd like to be.
Raising an inner awareness of spiritual necessity,
allowing it to claim my soul without reserve.
Sensing a delicate amount of tacit hesitance,
holding back thoughts with an energy of untold
mirth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem