Mind flowing gently over and across near-by mountains, enjoying
an afternoon breeze as it blows a cool air over my being, ad-
justing and rearranging the temperature.
Giving a soothing, balmy massage throughout this mind, feeling
peace touching intellectual pursuits with an immediate response
in writing poetry.
Lifting eyes to heaven, subtle yet felt, are sounds of heavenly
music saturating intellect, helping it to grasp onto life in a
more meaningful way, respecting it's integrity and purpose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem