Blending myself into backgrounds, escaping notice,
wanting to be alone to write and contemplate.
Falling deeply into patterns of serenity, challenging
intellect to come up with daring innovations and place
them where they will do the most good for others.
Taking steps to absolute ingenuity, finding that
circumspect avenues work the best.
Lasting ideas, saturating brain cells with renovating
beauty, keeping distance from everyone else's patterns,
because they don't fit in with what I want.
Everything must be an original, starting with thoughts
that flow in toward imagination, taking rides through
subconscious intelligence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem