Walking along in morning and midnight hours, having forgotten
to eat or sleep in between, not wanting to veer away from
writing just to eat or sleep.
A heavenly feeling while writing, creating an energy that
continually rises and climbs upward into creative atmospheres
and innate processes.
Giving in to an innate ability and talent that brings so much
pleasure in this mere poet's life, making living worthwhile in
more ways than one.
Expanding and opening this mind to everything whether negative
or positive in order to learn double knowledge and wisdom and
learning how to use it correctly in order to create visions and
value for everyone across the globe, it's so intent, doing for
others what you'd want for yourself, but giving to the world
and its people first.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Starting from morning to midnight we experience walking. The innate ability brings so much pleasure. This is an amazing poem very brilliantly penned...10