Energizing every fiber of my being as I listen to rhythms
of various melodies.
Standing firm as life hits me from all sides, nothing to
defeat my spirit because of innate spirituality that in-
creases so perfectly.
Blossoming and coming to fruition daily, spending time in
measures of intellect, bringing ideas of heavenly aromas
into being.
Solitary and staying in isolation by choice, just to
continue writing poetry and composing music while painting
portraits from memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem