Patterns of carpeted lights blinking in time
with rhythms, creating designs across my mind.
Spirals coming together in depths of other be-
ginnings.
Nothing happening as the music continues to
play throughout the evening.
People eating, drinking, enjoying melodies being
randomly played in interior realms on a stage.
Twanging enlightening the energy of this mind as
it climbs up canyon walls without reason or rhyme.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem