Searching and finding pathways to wisdom and it's infinite
knowledge.
Stretching, wide open, floating through the skies like a
parachute that has just been opened by it's own rip chord.
Silently, yet very loudly proclaiming the loneliness of
intellect in it's bed of expression, taking time needed to
fulfill every promise given from above.
Listening with an eternal ear to voices that never are
quiet, just filling my mind with coded rhythms of an
interior world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem