Actuality sitting within the actuality of life, causing
an existent blessing to be found and expressed.
Lonely times unfolding themselves in probabilities of
another dimension, happening to occur in a mixture of
interior knowledge.
Allowing self to be entirely absent from life around me,
always tending to be introduced in volumes of poetry
being written and unfolded, open to intellect and closed
to the rest of the world.
Always knowing the beauty of rhythm as it flows through
energetically, keeping me going even in the darkest hours
of this life.
Sadness growing and leaping into this mind whenever it
wants to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem