Walking down memory lane, seeing possibilities where there
aren't any to be seen, sensing their dimension, feeling re-
minders of the past as they're brought once more into the
present.
Attaching the goodness and wholesomeness to all aspects of
this very temporary life, knowing the chances of going for-
ward, challenging, testing and discovering what's been
hidden for many centuries.
Wanting to always be the first to find out their relevance
and essence deep inside, living in the total silence of an
unknowing process as it's found out and becomes adept to
adapting to what keeps it going, then writing it into poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem