Reoccurring thoughts step into the pool of imagination,
getting ready to swim into the waters, still with a
peaceful sense of recompense.
At rest, letting breath out slowly, sinking to the
bottom, feeling a moment of euphoria.
Calculating time, allowing minutes to pass before
resurfacing to see what has been stirred and presented
to intellect and written out in poetry.
Solemn dedication to inner visions takes me further away
from reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful way of describing the dedication comparing it with taking a deeper dip in water during swimming... very apt