(in response to Sanju Paul's picture entitled 'Nature'/सृष्टि, ' dated Jan.4,2023)
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Voyaging down into the cells of living things, feeling the fiber of your being and their being,
encouraged by intrinsic rewards of participation, knowing each involvement to be shot through
with internal dopamine stream-beds that are tugging towards the original open sky bliss currency
in which all transactions are confounded...
Oh happy moments not confined to accretions of orthodoxy, just camping out in the lap of the Earth...
suffering her privations and gaining Her encouragement....
after many years tasting contentment and sufficiency.
Not practical, but also showing the practicality of the dreaming child,
who charms herself with exuberant creations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem