Lounging around, doing much of nothing, writing about thoughts and
feelings that come to mind while listening to rhythms, tender, so
gentle, feeling comfortable deep inside with who I am.
Knowing that all of life has always been mine to do with what is
wanted, choosing always the right path, never wanting to do any-
thing bad.
Loving the life I've been given in spite of all the stress, turmoil
and evil done to me, life continues in a way, peaceful, serene,
writing, composing and painting.
There's nothing more to be done, just being an instrument of God's
has been quite enough in this lifetime, feeling loved and cared for
by Him has been the greatest gift ever given.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem