Walking gently into the night, soul silent, being quieted by
an interior essence of the Divine, a bluened light reaching
into intellect.
Creating new knowledge and wisdom to keep up with the ever-
increasing depths that music is taking and interpreting the
much needed data and information being formed intellectually.
A tender and wonderful ride through life, being guided
spiritually into creative processes of imagination where
creativity never needs to be prodded or poked for it's
a never-ending process.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem