Quietly, surreptitiously awakening thoughts to a new
rhythm from another country.
Flutes playing gently and a sound of India filters
through, enlivening and soothing spirits so beautifully.
Poetical melodies are flowing into this mind, carefully
being introduced into newly coded rhythms creatively
produced.
All of them being set in places where their tones are
playing clearly while focusing on rhythms that are
filling all of my being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful, RoseAnn. Thank you for the tribute...Though our spirituality is very sound, our surrounding is filled with horrible noise of needs...