Intrepidly flowing into the stream of life, letting self
fall into place wherever it can find a space to alight.
Not caring where I end up, just wanting to be alone in
writing, taking time to think and be free of the drudgery
of this day.
Being enlightened with the blueness of an interior life,
confiscating every moment of deep thought that I can
possibly hold in my being.
Finding the beauty and preserving it preciously here in a
poem of lightened heartache.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem