Slowly moving towards another afternoon session of writing through
sounds of music and it's rhythms, filing away coded rhythms within
each and every poem written.
Keeping all poetry in this mere individual with poetical ideas and
a perfect sense for all things in this world, taking them solely
into being where they each become a part of mind and intellect.
No one can ever take a single thing because it's all contained in
this mind and intellect of poetical landscapes and portraits, noth-
ing to be taken from within, it's open only to this mere poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem