Standing on edges of dreams, listening to heavenly rhythms
fold themselves into my mind with a sublime passion.
Wrapping may mind around every measure, allowing them to
take me into heights and depths never experienced before
and now opened wide to intellect.
Seeing the world altogether as one entire little puzzle
piece of life, seeing in it's diminished size within the
puzzle, many ways to help and improve the lot of all of
mankind.
This bigger picture has been miniaturized into my mind,
allowing me to find answers no one else has had the good
fortune to recognize and decode.
There are so many messages lying about, just seeing them
allows them to grow and enlarge to encompass our world
with solutions to wide-spread problems throughout our
entire universe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The lingering mist of a gone winter and the mysteries of the universe still veiled have an appeal to us poets. The waves of the not so little puzzle you are referring to reverberate into our ears and the clues you are throwing at random arouse great interest RoseAnn. I give you a sure 10 for this write.