Going out into the atmosphere filled with joy and truth,
listening to this silence and having energy, positive
thoughts and moods.
Handling the turmoil and stress of living through hard-
ship caused by other people, never rescinding purpose and
destiny of this poetical life of energy and spirituality.
Wanting to constantly and incessantly write poetry in
coded rhythms of measures, traveling through time, mind,
and intellect, feeling joy of notes, tones and tempos.
Letting pieces of life puzzles fall where they may, not
really caring anymore, knowing intuitively that they will
eventually become pictures of future visions in intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem