Easily falling into depths of rhythm, sculpting my essence
and creating a masterpiece of beautiful energy.
Existing within self, an aspect of wisdom's innate talent,
being expressed in the belongings of my spirit.
Nothing else mattering except the melody playing to the
exact particles of myself.
Fabricating the particular atoms, using them to make life
become still and measured within the confines of my spirit.
Always taking an experimental mystery into the discovery of
my inner world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An experimental mystery into my inner world sounds fun Sounds easy if magic mushrooms to me do come!