Beautiful afternoon at an Indian Festival, trees spread
out, reaching towards heaven, white rippled clouds touch
my heart.
Believing in a love of the universe, rising spirituality,
surprising an interior environment with gestures of life
that constantly fill and take intellect into insides of
this mind.
Disappearing quietly as I go, finding a self of poetry
that will always - incessantly - choose the liveliness
of another atmosphere and dimension.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem