Slithering through rhythms and images, feeling their
textures touching interior depths of emotion.
Cavorting merrily in visions as they open up to con-
templation, finding the arrival of new concepts.
Tripping along in tripods of sensuousness, revelations
rising between rhythms and notes of compassion.
Teasing interior senses with an enlightened atmosphere
and a private intuition of what's to begin again in
measures of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem