Catering to essentials of life's needs, signaling synapses,
telling them to connect and appear in visions of spectacular
beauty.
Sensing interior images, awaiting their times of existence.
Lovely emotions rising and attuning themselves to my soul,
catching my spirit with wholesome prayer and religious
fervor.
Painstakingly watching all pass before my mind's eyes,
touching off a cavalcade of expression, written down for
literature's future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem