Whiling away moments in time and space, thinking deeply about
many important facts of life that keep changing and altering
everything.
Looking into their particles, finding them all spectacular in
being, lights and auras shining brilliantly into the world of
literature.
Continually moving, never slowing down, holding to rhythms of
interior life through intellect, nothing changing much
otherwise in this form of being, satisfying only inner desires
of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem