Mind playing an interior piano early in the morning, opening up
interior channels of thought through rhythms, teasing ideas and
concepts out into the vast expanse of intellect.
There they are free to be expressed in one poem after another,
no limits or barriers to stand in the way as music flows con-
tinuously like this interior waterfall incessantly day and night.
Never a lull in this creative process given as a gift from God
above, a life-long experience that continues to fulfill my pur-
pose for being here on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem