Silent, settled quietly in a deepened awakening beneath
the surface, emptying everything into intellect, giving
many ideas to develop and form into the reality of the
future.
Concepts shaping patterns, making individual designs and
configuring them throughout my mind, never losing track
of any of them, able to pick up where I've left off if
interrupted at any time.
Significant and wonderful, finding answers by the puzzle
pieces that my mind fits together, always having visions
shown in the completed pictures as they fill my mind so
completely.
A vivid and brilliant landscape of my destiny before life
within has died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem