Wandering around, looking at details of nature as its patterns soothe and calm mind and intellect with an intensive bluened light, being immersed quietly and completely into its depths, feeling closer to the Divine.
Contemplating, praying and being with God, is the only way one can be brought into tunnels of solace with our Lord, running away from the noise of humanity, looking for the silence of peace and heaven.
Letting go of everything on earth for it has no purpose or relevance in an interior atmosphere, a heavenly nature will continue to keep ones heart, mind, soul and spirit in tempos of divinity while writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem