Mind touching chords of insight as life rises, interior
ashes of disregard coming from situations that harbored
ill will in the past.
Now beyond their limitations and boundaries, having
access to divine intervention through a bluened light
that never diminishes or fades away.
Scampering, scattering themselves in patterns of design
created by winds of destiny, continuing to fulfill this
intellectual mind of imagination and creativity through-
out life and possible even beyond, only time will tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem