Hammering rhythms into this mind, penetrating silence of
intellect, illustriously giving off immense degrees of
flexibility and performance.
Opening up, letting a flood of thoughts enter and mingle
cooperatively with everything already encompassed within.
A tempest of incessant notes and tempos, coming together,
creating a great amount of joy and happiness as I write.
Beautiful and tantalizing, separating nothing from the
beginning of time, being sated finally in comfort with
an insatiable appetite created from innate curiosity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem