A blackness blanketing this interior, not reflecting
anything, just absorbing all that is seen within.
Invisibly showing the facet of inner attitudes and
moods as it takes and lays them side by side where
one is looking down and glancing at them.
Seeing exactly where they have been in the previous
moments of time.
Adjusting whatever I can to alter or change attitudes
or moods that need to be realigned.
A satisfying endeavor that is not minded at all,
because it helps to feel a sense of accomplishment
in interior life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem