Reading and gathering information from all types of
sources, bringing intellect food for thought.
Running through forests of ideas, collecting and re-
trieving them, beautiful and inspiring, being written
into poetry, musically through instant compositions.
Feeling caring and love enhancing my soul intellectually
while letting it all be absorbed quietly.
Silent awakening, coming about invisibly at times, in
dark moments of peaceful endeavors.
Inspecting forbidden ideas, trying to hide from the
light, yet taking them out to be written of.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem