Methods of interpretation are left to intellect's wisdom,
where all decisions come from.
Intuitively wondering about everything happening in this
life, taking it all in stride.
A perfect rhythm has taken over interiorly, giving solace
so needed in these days of darkness.
Holding onto expressions of imagination, giving a sense
of humor to all things happening in earthly moments of
strife and suffering.
Beautiful concepts taking hold mathematically to prospects
of peaceful negotiations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem