Sounds wanting to be heard, living in a broadened horizon
of intellect.
Watching as it is being illuminated brightly and quickly,
a wonderful and fulfilling form of insight.
Lovely auras beckoning to follow into directions of light
and total concentration.
Allowing portions of wisdom to mix and match, blend with
an intense imagination, figuratively and literally speaking
in coded messages of undetermined feats of intellect.
Experimenting often with the particles that I can access
and play with in my mind from time to time, telling them
what to do and when.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem