Your word, my assertion
Breathes of resplendent beatitudes.
You the vessel containing deep within
Whatsoever the living world reveals
Absolute essence, the realms between thought
Restraint, constraint, and ceaseless meaning.
A restlessness impinges ahead of freedom-
And yearning opens the psyche's well:
The Spring is never-ending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I truly am in love with you way you bring it to the open. So masterfully accomplished. To me you introduce exciting levels communicated in such a way that just thrills my deeper self. Much appreciated and cherished. Thank you for sharing this wonder......... Jim