Playing lilting songs my soul sings in silent deepenings.
Practiced daily without coaching, resting or interruptions.
Flowering within, spreading to my mind, blossoming completely;
overflowing everywhere inside.
Majestically hiding from all who seek it's beauty, playing in a fantasy of mindless images, scattered to the winds by gentle breezes whispered from my soul.
Enjoying peace I know cannot exist anywhere else except in this space of mind.
Frequenting it's storehouse many times during each day, rummaging happily, wondering with awe-filled memories, at the immense difference it makes in my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem