Tepid, yet arid, an interior garden is growing unheeded
through poetical landscapes being written as I go along
in life.
Watching everything, capturing the essence and details
of nature, people and an interior life, giving a purpose
and goal to the essence of an interior spirituality.
Growing and being nourished, touching and then reflect-
ing what is seen through mirrors of memories always with
me now.
Picturesque and filled with life, giving an energy from
the Divine to the heart and soul of this mere poet's
inner spirit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem