Stepping onto lines of tomorrow, following them with an
innate knowledge as to where they are headed.
Dreams and visions having been guarded well, not allowing
any harm to come into the picture of life.
Storing facts and aspects of what is hiding within, not
sharing them with anyone else.
Knowing the potential that is hiding within each sphere,
anticipating the energy and growth of each and every one
as it matures into benefits of mankind.
Tallying promises in quiet, serene minds, figuring out
how each will take us into outskirts of another atmosphere.
There we will be anointed by truths of this life and the
next, always walking, mind in the clouds, looking for
answers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem