Watching vibrant colors coming together in my mind,
touching abstract ideas that constantly keep bringing
joy with delicate rhythms.
Entering intellect so quietly, yet filled with an in-
tense energy, sublime, profound and vibrantly touching
me interiorly.
An intensity that cannot be stopped, no interruptions
can be heard, no one can interfere with the thoughts
that are flowing constantly.
Beauty of an inner joy that fills me the more I write,
it's intensity becomes more and more attuned between
reality and imagination.
A spirituality that covers over it all, spacing rhythms
just so throughout the moments that I'm writing, with a
bluened atmosphere inside my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem