Totally enjoying what I am doing, writing and texting my
friend in between.
Beautiful landscapes are forming continually in mind
without ending or stopping.
Giving many pleasurable measures of happiness, contributing
only to my well-being, giving into desires of interior needs.
No one else can fulfill any of what I need in life, only
myself, because I know what is forever needed.
Glad to know that no one else can be a part of me or this
innate talent, being so totally focused into the person that
I am to eventually become.
Stepping quickly to a rhythm all my own, pacing life in
measures of rhythmical steadiness.
Giving a quality to life that is unendingly filling me with
joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem