Habitually happening, taking comfort in the knowledge that
life is happening inside where enlightenment may follow in
close pursuit.
Chasing thoughts, running along through forests of creative
imagination, enjoying every sensation melody's rhythms send.
As they take me soaring into depths of heaven, where I may
find solace and serenity in the beautiful gardens being tended
by angels.
a good state of mind when it dreams about the beautiful heaven wher it desires to live after the death of this motal life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem. And that last little verse? What a peaceful and gorgeous picture you have created!