Gauging future rhythms of life through the composing
of inner creativity, socially adept, but choosing to
be alone, enjoying the peacefulness of my soul without
interference from any others.
Absorbing the world around me, as I listen and see
details moving around within the circumference of my
being, intuitively aroused through senses as they
reach for scents of desire.
Contemplating my mind as I write, wanting to please and
tease intellect with all manner of tastes and sights,
all of them coming from an interior atmosphere, filled
with an innate talent and spirituality.
Never being taught any of it, just being present at the
moment of my conception where everything God gave to
me was contained in an innate talent and intellect to
preserve me throughout life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem