Reaching towards exhibits of interior dimensions,
hoping to blend them with what is already within.
Touching my soul with absolute silence and becoming
narrowed constantly as it fits quietly in spaces of
labyrinths.
Falling into knowledge, capsizing all words and
enfolding them into beautiful prose, delivered
silently into a mind of exacting nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem