Swaying in rhythm with a lazy melody, resisting the
impulse to speed up writing.
Lethargically taking steps into slow tempos, utilizing
rhythms to keep totally relaxed in sounds of nature.
Flowing and ebbing into being, wandering through
gardens of daily anticipation with mind wide open and
absorbent.
Living in dreams as they occur, even when awake, with
all senses being sensitized by rhythm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem