Cavorting through fields of reflective glass and mirrors,
finding a way into rhythmic pleasure playing through their
colors, taking mind into depths of innate wisdom and knowledge.
Leaving behind the ordinary and mundane for they have no
place in an interior creative process, not allowing them
to put boundaries or limitations in the way of thinking.
A complete and peaceful silence penetrating measures of
sublimity that exists within an interior waterfall, a
continuous thought process of poetical interpretation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem