Patterns of shadows walking down the walkway on the second
floor, taking on the heated sun in between them, proportion-
ed just so, not letting designs fall through the cracks.
Beauty is emanating and choosing to come into the center of
life, taking my spirit soaring joyfully into the atmosphere
where it glides on air currents gently.
Taking on the fabrication of imaginational fantasies, a won-
derfully creative aspect of an interior creativity that has
an intense sense of wisdom alighting within it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem