Waking to a brand new morning, looking to nature, seeing it's
vibrant essence matching mine, titillating mind with exuberant
vibrations of pleasure.
Insistent rhythms taking this mind into pictures of thought so
delicately and gently, so as not to tear the images intellect
is seeing.
Puzzle pieces being introduced like magic, mysteriously fitting
themselves together without any effort, looking forward to their
total images and portraits of thought processes as they come so
faithfully to fruition.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem