Falling deeply into a contemplation, shutting out the world
around me, feeling excitement as poetry starts flowing from
an interior waterfall.
Exact moment when music starts playing, seeing images des-
cending into pictures and portraits from inner photographic
screens.
Allowing every detail to be seen right out loud in the very
silence of my being, writing incessantly, totally absorbed
in an interior atmosphere.
Totally at peace, contented and quite at home until finish-
ing writing poems hour after hour, losing track of time and
not caring, just enjoying being lost in creativeness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem