Patterns of nature enter my mind, touching senses of
intellect to awaken them and learn what is beneath
their meanings.
Have they given life or breath to any parts of reality
or are they just becoming thoughts in a quilt of beauty.
Are there any missing aspects, invisibly reaching for
imagination or are they all contained in a primary
conception awaiting to be born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem