Quietly biding time while writing, keeping time with musical
rhythms that enliven and energize this mind and intellect,
always an occasion of pure joy.
Taking this soul into dimensions of delight and knowledge,
learning new ideas, seeing brand new visions as they appear
rapidly in scenes of unadulterated patterns and designs of
imagination, fulfilling intellect's purpose and reason for
even being here on this earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem