Life circling about on outskirts of intellect where an
interior energy takes it quietly by into wide open
spaces.
Opening this mind into all areas of spiritual realms,
seeing the broadened view of life beyond death, truth
and beauty having found their way on paths of intellect.
Wisdom now blossoming, growing interiorly as moments of
this soul flow into the quietness of a bluened light, a
sacred and silent aspect of the Divine.
That's where nothing can interfere or take me away from
God, being alone interiorly, tasting the wonder of the
Divine and placing it in poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem