Ratcheting up volumes of inner rhythms, letting them take
me onto highways of imagination.
Fulfilling many desires as I walk downstream, absorbing
the beauty being consumed by senses, watching them grow
and nurture thoughts within.
Blossoming ideas unfolding from interior treasure chests,
being held and kept secretly in depths of being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem