Swiftly flirting with sleep, taking a power nap, about
twenty minutes.
Now being refreshed and ready to write again, seeing
avenues of nature in trees, cacti, leaves, sky and the
ground.
Taking at once to senses of being, watching and playing
with them in my mind.
Leisurely seeing them bouncing, trying to get my attention
at the same time.
Sudden and steady Indian rhythms taking me rapidly into
denizens of liberty and freedom where all of life comes
rushing in.
Energetically and vibrantly, solo feelings being jumbled
and mixed together.
Coming up with a fantastic supply and array of ideas and
thoughts instantly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem