Riding along in measures of rhythms, being touched by their
intense vibrations that are needed, brain loving their
senses and sensations that constantly are being triggered
and absorbed in subconsciousness.
All the while living day to day through music, saving this
poet from losing the way, keeping to the wonder and awe of
every rhythm as it fills this being so completely that
nothing else in this life is needed.
Just having a pen, paper or blank journal, music on personal
C.D.'s and life becomes totally alive with no fears or doubts
to interfere, for they are blocked from entering this mind
and intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem