Preparing for an onslaught of ideas flowing from
innate intelligence.
Covering up my mind with rhythms that fall upon
me with a sincere clarity never diminishing.
Designs developing from intellect and imagination,
soaring into interior universes filled with special
images and grace.
Absorbing them all and finding places for them in
poetry, graciously accepting them with the essence
of my being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem