To the embracing shiver of inspiration,
to thee I raise a glass!
I am a man of self enlightenment,
I am a woman of realization.
I am flesh and bone and fluttering tone,
of all that once was and will be.
As thick as roots of the old oak tree,
I dig to the deepest of truth and realism.
My existence is none, and yet everything in all.
I am an infinite wisdom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Dakota E. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.