Flutes playing softly in the background as I soar through
heavenly gardens, seeing all that is open and available
to intellect.
Crossing and re-crossing patterns of life, hiding the
stars in eternity, looking into the universe as I do so.
Flashing lights penetrating and giving thoughts an energy
of rhythmic purposes.
Securely soaring into dimensions of beautiful patterns,
fitting so perfectly together like the pieces of many
puzzles of intellect.
Accessing an interior knowledge with flames of candlelight,
whispering from heaven and choosing to lighten pathways of
my interior soul as I wander, being 0filled with images of
righteous piety.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem