Wondering now throughout thoughts, looking them over,
recounting every detail of each of their picturesque
images.
Filled with admiration at their clarity and focus,
happy that they are all particles of this mind.
Senses are interiorly touching every thought with
their generosity and pleasure.
Eliciting desires in spirals of intense feelings, and
filled with a brilliance of intellect, giving knowledge
a run for it's money.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem