Rhythms talking to intellect, giving codes as I listen
to them, pressuring my mind, telling it what direction
to go in, allowing thoughts to flow rapidly.
Lengths of time stretch into infinity, without barriers,
while listening and carrying on into all hours of the
day and night.
Following pathways of creativity, feeling impetuously
fulfilled through colors of music, roses filling my
mind with their deepened red and blue aromas.
Allowing my mind to hold onto inner visions, bluened so
deeply forever in an innate spirituality and intellect
where they're always accessible to write from.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem