Special and blended graces are filling my spirit with
joy and a spiritual glee of life.
Finding trails leading into depths of other worlds
filled with jungles, forests and mountains.
Always giving an outward appearance of other-worldly
things that come into view.
Splendid and enticing, searching rhythms for the smiles
of an entire lifetime spent in poverty.
Never really minding it, except when having no money or
riches to share with someone more unfortunate than myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem