Mirages of life form before me,
creating a mystic formula into
which I carefully step.
Searching for words among ripples
of transparent heat rising from
the surface of well-trodden roads
through imagination.
Equating easily with every motion
connected to natural beauty of life,
twisting, turning, following an
innate desire hiding deeply inside me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
RoseAnn, i read a couple of your thoughtful comments after the works of a couple of poets tonight. i then read Innate Desires. i was having trouble wading through it, short as it is. so i condensed it to what might be the basics. i still don't really understand it, but thanks for sharing. it was interesting. :) my condensation: Innate Desires Into a mystic formula i carefully step, searching for words through imagination, following an innate desire hiding deeply inside me. yes, i now see some similarity to what adeline foster wrote, using many more words.