Silently sitting, writing, exercising brain, mind and
intellect, looking for unknown answers of life that
are hidden somewhere inside subconsciousness.
Needing to be found out and put to use at last, seeing
the juxtaposition of life and death, writing it into
prose.
Searching constantly for solutions needing to be found
in coded rhythms of life and music, touching upon seeds
that will grow and blossom into words of meaning and de-
finition, helping others on their paths of destiny also.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem