What we think is only half of the part,
the forces of creation give the other half its start.
Whatever place in the Youniverse, your interlude,
is the same place that provides that creative crude.
Gratitude and Grace share our dreamscape,
urge us on to the poetic passing in our place.
So next creative thought you unfold,
remember there’s another that helps you grasp hold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a thought, a wise thought which makes me think, of how you thought of this thought! dear bullion, it was great to read this poem.enjoyed.best wishes....ritty