Translucent memories being taken always on the straightaway,
following rhythms into an interior spirituality that widens
and takes in a prayer of life.
Moving closer to the center of another time, smiling and giving
spirituality in depths of an intense bubble of faith that brightens
hope from inside the pleasure center of the brain.
Rocking to rhythms of wind and rain, talking to God, finding the
beauty and wonder that always can be found in this being, when on
any given day writing and listening to music.
Always rocking this soul and spirit, giving a fascinating moment
an added sparkle of life that continues to drift throughout life
and the living of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem