Slacking off, getting out of life's way, wanting only to
write and be alone with what is found silently being laid
bare through an innate wisdom and knowledge.
Truths unfolding, blossoming forth from within nature's
depths and meeting up with interior spiritual depths of
this life, seeing incredible images as they fill this mind
through music and rhythms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem