Loving freedom of riding a motorcycle into the desert and
mountains, hair flowing flowing in the wind, mind catching
at the landscapes as I ride through them, letting go of all
the turmoil of the day.
A sppacious space left open just for my pleasure, enjoying
the miles as I continue throughout the day and night, loving
the beauty of American while enjoying it's total freedom
and essence of being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem