Stoking fires of desired intellectual endeavors, firing
them with an excitedness of pleasure.
A blaze of torrential sparks filled with ideas soaring,
then falling individually into an open mind, capturing
and being enlightened by them.
Always stepping into the fray, no matter how detailed
and obtuse they may be on times of a spiritual skyline.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At certain time spiritual skyline is seen in every body's life. Such essence is scripted in this poem is really beautiful and wonderful. Nice sharing.