Rocking back and forth into and out of spheres of intellect,
totally enjoying their presence as they reach within.
Grasping concepts always coming into mind without coaching
or coercion, loving it's gentle and wild essence.
Feeling the intensity of it's total freedom of innocence,
bright and natural interiorly.
Completing the inherent acceptance and resignation of this
life while living it.
Resting easy, listening to intellect compose music, it's
fathomless depths perpetrating every iota of passion tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem