Hearing the battering of a flag pole in front of me,
also tuning into sounds of birds reaching out their
spiritual tones.
Giving an enormous pulse of energy to write without
stopping, until I come to a break in thought where
I can memorize more of my surrounding environment.
Living always in the moment, I embellish life and
imagination through whatever I see, hear, feel and
become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem