Quiet, retiring, sitting back, letting all sorts of
thoughts have their way with my mind.
Allowing all ideas and designs form calculations and
formulas in intellect.
Increasing the power of this mind, allowing it to
become superior in every way.
Accumulating knowledge, finding spaces needing to be
filled with an ever-increasing wisdom.
Giving this mind ways of placing it directly into the
reality of this world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mind and intellect can be sharpened with conscious effort as a brass vessel is made to shine through constant rubbing! Very sagacious thoughts!