Searching interiorly for what is needed to get through
life in these difficult days and moments.
Having an open-ended mind without limits or boundaries,
keeping track in intellect's imagination without effort.
A blessing in this darkened night of the soul, an energy
being formed and found to be unaccompanied by anything
except rhythm.
A glossy, shining picturesque image in a vision of pure
delight, going deeper into self where all answers lie.
Finding keys to open it's doors will be a fascinating
repertoire of beauty, finding the way through it's many
mazes.
Collecting data and information fitting it onto interior
photographic screens, saving it all for writing quickly
and quietly.
Hiding in this mind where it will be safe and sound from
prying and overly-curious eyes of jealous persons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem