Mind energetically running, nothing able to keep up with
interior thought processes except for intellect, exciting
and relative, soaring past impossibilities people keep
telling me exist.
Never believing them, finding out for myself that what
they say isn't true for me, excited by these wondrous
possibilities at every turn, innate talent giving much
pleasure in this life.
Grasping an intellectual spirit that's alive and well
within, sensations totally fulfilling, always giving
an intense and vibrant energy that cannot be matched
artificially by anything else in existence.
It's mine alone it seems, coming from within a bluened
light of the Divine dwelling inside my soul, imparting
grace and goodness of God into my being, spreading it
throughout life, sharing with everyone I meet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem