Risking life and limb in imagination's abysses,
scaling canyons and ravines of granite-hard rock,
escaping the mundane, striving for another moment
of expectation to arrive.
Watching colorful landscapes as they flutter to
and fro, catching my eyes, holding them with my
mind as I write them into prose, fulfilling
purposeful dreams of being.
Sidestepping ordinary desires and needs, walking
only towards truth and meanings of liberty's
freedom.
Socializing with nature and God's own beauty,
solidarity forming in every motion and movement
of rhythm's incessant hold within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem