Plans never seem to work out the way we want them to,
yet somehow we manage to survive, finding alternate
directions and ways of doing things differently.
Opening sides of the box, thinking outside of it's
interior confines, soaring away while being grounded,
abstracts now joining mathematical equations.
Allowing order to arrive at certain conclusions, awaken-
ing senses with a beauty and essence filled with heavenly
aromas, able to taste them totally in the midst of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem