Water under the bridge, life moves forward, taking me
with it, turning rhythms into poetry without a single
thought.
Living in them as they flow over interior rivers and
waterfalls, reaching for galaxies that are far beyond
me now.
Yet in my mind, they can be reached instantaneously,
written down, loving feelings and emotions taking over
my being.
Playing in tides of an interior ocean where time is not
a factor in what is felt and experienced in this life
of mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem