Thinking in depths of an interior calling from innate
knowledge, watching thoughts being pictured on inner
photographic screens.
Considering each of them in turn, from every aspect in
the freedom of my open mind, seeing different sides of
every idea forming within.
Knowing when I finally see the right one, because my
mind agrees and takes it into the being of intellect,
nothing else to be seen or considered.
Yet, my mind is always open to something I may have for-
gotten or considered because it wasn't known to me at
the time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have described how my mind operates. Wonderful poem! !