Circular patterns sliding along, covering rectangular
ones, sending patterns swirling into mathematical scores,
taking designs straight into lines and angles of geometry.
Flowing into blossoming factors and geometric figures,
expanding, blending and repeating themselves in opposite
directions, no instructions ever needed.
Somber ideas enlightened by inner power and energy, suppli-
ed from somewhere deeply within my interior being and being
saved on photographic screens of memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem