Rising inside of myself, feeling good,
feeling attuned to nature and it's world.
A heavenly peace filling me with serenity
as I sit inside and write.
Watching bees fly around on tops of trees
right outside this second story window at
Dr. L's. office.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How beautiful, very inspiring! Great imagery, indeed, sometimes when we hold the pen it feels like we rise inside ourselves, true! Haha the images still run, now I can see colors rising through my venes! How would it be to let a poem's words be spread on the intestines? On heart because it is quite wide I'd have big splash of white, so that could reflect the color of right about any encountered thing. Oh dear, please stop me or my human forms will become nothing but a horror of gortesque mixed colors. Loved your poem, I will need to find time to read more of you!