Finding self, judging no one else, listening to rhythms of
an interior atmosphere, allowing them to overtake intellect.
Climbing in and out of canyons, finding a plethora of ideas
courting intellect, letting them all combine and touch many
feelings waiting within.
Listening to thoughts that arise in melodies while being
played, knowing that wisdom is being enticed and is growing
with every experience being nurtured in this being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem