Resting in rhythms of an easy-going time, relieving inner
pressures, bringing light where life has a chance to survive.
No where else to go, withdrawing from senses of the spirit,
becoming the essence of self.
Edging closer to the anatomy of another being, yet keep going
forward where all of life is being produced and proclaimed
as the best in the world.
Proceeding carefully in coats of invisibility as life takes
and completes passion through every poem I happen to write
about it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem