Tasseled ideas, clinging to walls of ivory-studded
vines, hoping to be extricated from aspects of
knowledge hidden in tomes of writing.
Learning facets of wisdom as they appear in images
of calculations on blackboards of inner intuition,
writing formulas and equations realistically created
in a mind of interior vision.
Lighting figures with facts of truthful reality,
acknowledging freedom of thought with each recognized
change in venue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem