Wanting many things, all of them little - important to my being.
Sequestering myself, going over them in my mind, causing reflections
to mirror them back, allowing me to expand and convert them from
abstracts into messages of reality.
A substantial amount of intellect being used in this endeavor daily, helping to move forward into avenues of novel inner experiences.
Knowledge opens itself to curiosity, and like a rose bud, blossoms
with the answers it brings forth instantly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem